As a woman in her ’30s, I thought I knew pretty much all there was to know about my body. If you had asked me, I would have sworn I was well-informed. And then I started going to a new gynecologist and she literally blew my mind when she told I’d been checking my breasts all wrong. What? How had I missed this? I knew about the circular check but not the up-and-down pattern. Well, maybe because the last time I learned about breast self-examination was from a pamphlet I got in high school. That was a while ago. After the jump, I asked other women about the most surprising things they learned from their gynos. Keep reading »
For the last week or so, I’ve been somewhat convinced that I’m pregnant. For the most part, this belief was paranoid, but also not entirely outside the realm of possibility. I had a proper French affair when I was in Paris a few weeks ago and at one point there was a broken condom situation, though we realized it was broken and replaced it with a fresh one prior to, ahem, any fluids reaching their apex, so to speak. But I know how babies are made and I’m a total hypochondriac, so when my period failed to arrive on the day it was supposed to, and the day after, and the day after that, and I started feeling gassier than usual, well, I began to panic. I started to type “gas sign of” into Google and the search engine, seemingly reading my mind, autofilled the rest with “early pregnancy.”
Oh god, I thought. It was all but confirmed. Keep reading »
Your annual visit to the lady doctor isn’t necessarily the most pleasant way to spend an afternoon. Between the poking, prodding and your casual evasion of pointed questions like “How many drinks do you have a week?”, going to the the gynecologist is a necessary but not entirely awesome experience. I usually leave the gynecologist with a list of unanswered questions, and I always resolve this situation by taking to Google with a glass of wine, self-diagnosing through the mess of Yahoo! Answers forums and WebMD. It goes without saying that this never really works out for the best. This time, we’ve decided to do the work for you! We consulted the best of the best on the Internet to come up with answers to all those burning questions that feel a little too personal to ask your doctor. Keep reading »
A special experience in every woman’s life is the day she sits through a 45-minute sex ed class in middle school, trotting out after the fact clutching a plastic bag with deodorant, a tampon and a pamphlet called “What’s Happening to My Body?” Sex ed class is something that no one really remembers, only because the education presented is so bizarre. To commemorate this special time in everyone’s life, here are the seven most absurd puberty videos YouTube has to offer. Keep reading »
I’m warning you, it’s hard not to read this story without getting enraged.
Last week, a 29-year-old kindergarten teacher from New York went down to Germantown,
Pennsylvania Maryland, to terminate her pregnancy at 33-weeks. She was married and fully enthusiastic about having a baby, according to the Washington Post, which says she had a Pinterest board filled with baby items and a baby registry. But tragically, earlier this month, the woman instead found herself getting a late-term abortion at Germantown’s Women’s Reproductive Center clinic.
The abortion was a multi-day procedure, requiring her to stay in a hotel nearby. At some point during the procedure, she was taken to the ER of a local hospital, where she died the next day. Her death is currently under investigation by the state of Maryland.
This story is sad enough as it is. But the absolutely enraging part is that anti-abortion protesters have now been protesting outside the Germantown clinic revealing the woman’s name, where she worked, showing her photos, and sharing confidential details about her medical procedures which were revealed by “anonymous sources.”
That’s so fucked up. Keep reading »