“Are you okay in there?” my roommate asked me after I’d surpassed the 30-minute mark in our shared bathroom.
“Yep!” I hastily replied from the cold, linoleum floor where I sat naked. “I’ll be right out!”
I took one last look through the small compact mirror at my vagina, thoroughly inspecting each fold, small bump and hair, and hoisted myself up off the floor. In a matter of months, this scrupulous examination had become my daily routine…and to this day, I hate every minute of it. Keep reading »
I am convinced my vagina should have the next lead role on “Game of Thrones,” because recently, it has done nothing but plot sadistic revenge and royally fuck me. Like many women have experienced, I woke up one day with some weird itching and burning in the land down under and knew that it was the beginning of the dreaded yeast infection. Before I high-tailed my ass to the doctor, I opted to try a three-day over-the-counter, injectable cream that made me feel like I was a toddler walking around with a load in my diaper, and since then, it’s been one problem after the next (all for which I’ve consulted professionals).
But through my struggles, I’ve found solace in the fact that my OB-GYN confirmed “these are common problems,” and “these things happen to everyone.” Every day, women everywhere are betrayed by their vaginas with “normal,” pain-in-the-ass issues that interrupt our sex lives, social lives, and just our ease of existence in general. YOU try discreetly walking up subway stairs with a vile’s worth of white, foamy cream slowly leaking into your panties. Here are seven common vag problems that, in my opinion, deserve their own support groups and pocket manuals. Keep reading »
We’ve all been there: you’re at the gynecologist’s office, spread eagle in stirrups, when in walks the doctor and you’re suddenly feeling like you miiiight have to fart. Or worse, you feel a queef comin’ on. You wonder to yourself, How often does she actually get queefed on? It HAS to happen, right? So you spend the rest of your visit getting felt up and making small talk about your career ambitions, when really, all you want to do is ask about the queefing. But that’s just the tip of the inappropriate iceberg.
If you haven’t wanted to ask any of these 10 questions while getting pap smeared at the gyno, you’re probably lying… Keep reading »
Buzzfeed has a post up today called “Meet the Hottest Gynecologist Ever.” And Manuel Rico, who’s from Spain but does pap smears down in Chile, is indeed smokin’ hot. Like, model hot. “Bachelor” hot. Pool boy hot. Christian Grey hot. THAT HOT. Dr. Manuel is so hot that women are standing in line to have their vaginas checked out by him.
I do not understand this. Not just because I can’t understand getting enthused about going for my annual pap — maybe because my own gyno considers sticking her finger in my asshole part of the routine — but because the last thing I want is for my gynecologist to be fuckable. Keep reading »
How’s this for horrifying? A Baltimore gynecologist was found to have taken thousands of secret photos between his patients’ legs during exams over the course of his career. Dr. Nikita Levy, who practiced at Johns Hopkins Hospital, committed suicide earlier this year as investigators started to close in on him. Now, thousands of his ex-patients are filing a class action lawsuit against his estate. Keep reading »
This week Emmy Rossum tweeted about a really AWKWARD run-in with her gynecologist. The uncomfie part, in my opinion, was not running into the person who has an intimate relationship with her cervix, but not recognizing him. This begs the question: what was she doing last time she got a pap smear that she didn’t remember the man in her vagina? [Huffington Post]