I have to go the doctor's office to discuss problems relating to sexual activity and that area of my body where my uterus and bladder meets everything else (please note: while in anatomy class it - organs and stuff like that - all looks neatly laid out like a map, it's actually smooshed together like…I don't know…laundry?) Anyway, the point is that I have to discuss, without irony, the details of my sex life (yes, amazingly, I have one) with an Adult Male (who I'm not having sex with) without wilting in shame [please note: I'm writing about this on a public web site not because I'm cool and "whatever" about broadcasting my personal life to the world, but because sans Sex and the City (God bless that show) I don't read bout this stuff much in Protestant America.}

Talking to a male doctor about my "sex life," well, there are only two places for me to go: Father Figure or Predatorial Male. I could possibly get to Concerned Male Authority Figure…but getting to a Sex and the City Hey-it's-no-big-deal place…well, that's just not going to happen.

My heart goes out to women living in patriarchal societies all over the world and throughout history.

Just for today, I can go to the doctor without shame.