Vagina on the mind.

I was thinking...

When I worked at Starbucks we would refer to our regulars as whatever drink they ordered. For example we had people like 'Decalf-grande-no-lid-misto-guy' or 'Triple-venti-sugar-free-vanilla-nonfat-extra-hot-latte-girl'. We did it all the time and every one would know who we were gossiping about just by their drink description. So much brain energy put to waste. Your local barista's probably do the same thing to you, just ask 'em.

It makes me wonder if gynecologists start to look at their patients the same way. You know, like: hey! It's 'Smelly-hairy-pimply-vagina-girl!', or 'Peppered-grilled-cheese-flapping-in-the-wind-lady', or 'So-fresh-and-clean-she-makes-me-want-to-try-being-a-lesbian-for-a-while-chic'. Those doctors have got to get sick of looking at snatch all day long. Another embarrassing habit I developed as a barista was trying to imagine what kind of beverage random people might order. I couldn't help it. The thought would just enter my mind and suddenly my innocent people-watching would turn into a gross evaluation of a persons taste in coffee. I wonder if gynecologists see women walking down the street and picture what kind of vagina they're sporting under their skirt.

Just a thought.