I was commenting on how packaged pregnancy tests resemble fruit roll ups when my mother told me scientists once injected bunnies with a woman’s urine to determine whether or not she was pregnant.
“A rabbit?” I was a little stunned by the idea of poor, floppy-eared, innocent rabbits getting shot up with pee. “Oh yeah!” My mother said nodding. “People used to say, well, the rabbit died. And everyone would know she was pregnant.”
An episode of “M*A*S*H” even made reference to the practice when Hot Lips thought she might be pregnant and the only available test was via Radar’s unsuspecting pet rabbit Fluffy.
This method seemed so bizarre to me, that I was compelled to learn more about the history of pregnancy tests. Click on to see what kind of crazy stuff I discovered.
We all go through dry spells. We all know what it’s like. So let’s give ourselves permission to laugh about those moments when you realize it has been entirely too long since you last had sex. Here are 15 signs. Keep reading »
“Personally, for me, I like people I have a connection with. I’m not the type of girl who will date someone that I don’t really like just so I’m not lonely. So the people I always end up being with are people I have a big-ass connection with, and that could be with a boy, that could be with a girl. It could be with someone who’s 40-years-old, it could be with someone who’s 18, you know what I’m saying? I don’t want to put those boundaries on myself because that’ll limit the kind of people that I attract. I don’t go searching for girls and guys, I just take whatever comes my way and that’s just genuine.”
– Rapper Kreayshawn spoke with Salon.com about Frank Ocean’s coming-out and her own sexuality, namely how she herself doesn’t label it. This bit reminded me of an article I read yesterday in New York magazine. They interviewed a bunch of bisexuals — rather, more accurately, people who have been attracted to both men and women throughout their lives — and I was surprised at how many of them used the label “gay” or “straight” or no label at all instead of saying “bi.” For myself I prefer to just say “straight-ish” … or “slut.” [Salon.com]
Eek! Bicycle riding ladies, the Journal of Sexual Medicine has published a study about the bad things a bicycle can do to a vagina. According to researchers at Yale, competitive female cyclists who had their handle bars lower than their bike seat experienced “significantly higher vibratory thresholds in the anterior vagina, compared with riders whose handlebars were level with the bike saddle.” Translation: they lost sensation in parts of their vaginas! Keep reading »
Say what you will about those socialist Frogs and their death panels for Grandma, but France’s socialized medicine has done right by Julie Delpy’s vagina. While promoting her new movie “Two Days In New York” last night, Delpy told Craig Ferguson everything he could have possibly wanted to know about the state of her hotpocket post-baby. French moms are taught exercises for the muscles of the vagina — I’m assuming Kegels, right? — to help tighten her ladybusiness after giving birth. It “rejuvenates” her vagina so she and her partner will be back to enjoying sex the way it felt before childbirth. Sure beats throwing in the towel and pulling on a pair of mom jeans.