Boundaries Please

When my daughter was born, I told my husband that someday he would have a teenage daughter and a menopausal wife at the same time. That time has arrived. Which may be why hubby has spent a good deal of time in Minnesota the past month. Seriously, I don't think we're that bad, but I have had a good case of the blahs, which has resulted in neglect of my house, yard and blog. However, while clicking aimlessly through channels a couple of days ago, I heard something that made me stop. I thought I heard someone say "anal bleaching," so I waited to see what it was that they had actually said. And it was this: anal bleaching. I can't not write about that.

I listened while a woman described very matter-of-factly what this was. And then I got online because I wanted to know if she was putting me on. I found this article, which told me way more than I ever wanted to know about it.

Okay, I don't even get the whole Brazilian wax phenomenon, but anal bleaching. Who really needs this? Crappers Quarterly says porn stars. I don't watch porn, so I don't know, but do these areas really get that much camera time? Models and actresses. I guess if you're Britney Spears and you insist on going pantiless and getting out of cars that certain way she does, but other than that, who sees this particular part of one's body? Other than your doctor say, during a prostate exam, and he probably doesn't really care what color it is. I mean, isn't it kind of like bleaching the back of your throat?

I guess nothing really is sacred anymore. We have Oprah and Dr. Oz talking about poop on a weekly basis, and now we are discussing the tint of our anuses. I'm just saying.