Written by Emily
There are few things my mom could have done better. Very few. I can really only think of 4 things*, if pressed, I might say she could have done to help a girl out. One of them is that she set the parenting bar so high I can’t even see it from where I’m standing. She’s that good. That’s one. Two and three have to do with vaginas, to be specific, my vagina.
Recently, I had dinner with my girlfriends. Since then, vaginas have been on my mind. Heart-to-hearts with good friends tend to circle around to lady parts–stuff coming out of them (i.e. babies) and even stuff going into them (no parentheses needed here, right?). This time, though, the conversation that landed in our laps was about hoo-ha hygiene… and maintenance.
And this is where my mother left me high and dry…