My Hoohaa Monologue

Dear Florida,

It would appear that at least one of your citizens has an issue with the word '******'. Which begs the question: why? The woman who complained has a ******. The neice (whom the aunt was offended for having to explain the word '******')? Yeah, she's got a ******, too. It's an anatomical term, not some dirty slang word.

So what's the problem with ******? Why is it considered a shameful term at all (and if the irony that this all happened because of The ****** Monologues, which was created to help rid the world of at least some of the shame so often associated with women's sexuality in our culture, escapes you, you can't be helped)?

By the time I was able to read, I knew that the dangly thing between my legs that I so often played with was called a *****. And that little girls didn't have a *****, they had vaginas. Now, I didn't know much more than that, but I didn't need to. I'd asked, family had answered. There was no shame or uncomfortability, and there needn't be. We shouldn't be sending the message to our kids that sexuality is bad or something to be ashamed of. I'd like to think that we, as a culture, have grown past that.

But we haven't.

Because '******' makes a woman uncomfortable. '******' is a word that at least one woman feels uncomfortable explaining to a little girl. There are those who think 'Hoohaa' is a mature, suitable replacement for '******'. And I bet that of those reading this, there's at least a few of you who had a reaction to the word ****** (be it a small giggle, a twitch, an uncomfortable smile, whatever).

Think about that.

Until next time, keep your hoohaas sparkly clean,
Mike
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