2004-08-13 - 10:07 p.m.
Let us, for a moment, consider the plight of a hypothetical woman who, for reasons unnecessary to detail here, had spent a significant portion of the summer taking antibiotics, followed by a period of hot humid weather. Let us further suppose that this unfortunate hypothetical creature was suffering from the uniquely uncomfortable reproductive tract complication that such conditions can lead to.
Imagine this person's horror when, upon being forced to venture into the ominously named "feminine care" aisle in the drug store, she discovers that this aisle also contains not only hair products but a crowd of 7 giggling thirteen year-old boys pawing through said products, repeating with great hilarity the phrase "Let's chunk his hair! Let's chunk his hair! Let's chunk his hair!"
Does our hypothetical heroine push bravely through their chortling ranks and seize without shame the personal product she needs?
No, no she does not. Rather she lurks for 20 minutes in the next aisle reading the backs of moisturiser bottles until the teenage boys have left the store.
Sigh. Dignity, always dignity.
