You Know It's Monday When A Strange Man Has His Hand Up Your Hindparts
Yep. I had to leave VBS early today and get things done because I have that special time we all look forward to. Well, at least all of us women.
Don't worry. I'm not going into detail. I'm just letting you know that whatever you'll be doing between 2:00 and 3:00 will not be as bad as what I'm doing. Take comfort in that.
posted by Kat Coble @ 12:50 PM
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Oooh maybe you can do the Monster Mash, too!!!
Happy Papping!
I'm sure it wasn't the highlight of the doctor's day either.
Oh, I can guarantee you that it most certainly wasn't.
Did this last week.
Punched a nurse, and yes I feel better for it.
Christian Grantham seems to think a "hand up your hindparts" means you're having your period. Now from 2-3:00 only!
Sarcastro - Yeah, b/c doctors aren't professional, girl parts are gross, and Kat's girl parts are especially gross. Sheesh.
Darn it, Kat, if you've figured out a way to schedule your period for one hour one day a month and aren't sharing...
As usual Rachel, projecting your own insecurities has caused you to miss the point.
That which KC has built up to be the worst part of her day, is just another mundane exam for the doc.
Yes, because "I'm sure it wasn't the highlight of the doctor's day either," obviously should have translated to, "Hey, it's just routine for the doc." It didn't sound at all like, "I bet your doctor would rather not see or touch your junk," so I have no idea why Kat keeps calling you an "ass."
Hey Rachel,
See if you can guess what I'm thinking now?
Sorry, but saying that your comment could be interpreted to mean X, and two bloggers did seem to read it to mean X, is not really the same as mind-reading. I know, it's subtle, but stick with me here. I believe in another post you told Kat that she probably thought it was funny, then slowly got mad about it. Was it to be funny that the doc probably thought it was a routine thing? Or was meaning X actually correct in the first place?
I kinda liked Kat's post. That's why I featured it. You have to admit, "that special time" is clearly an idiom for menstration, scheduling and doctor's involvement aside. It reminds me of the time NBC's Katie Couric announced in 2000 she was inviting America on a deep sea adventure. The world sure has changed since 9-11.
And to prove to people just how easy and important it is to get screened, tomorrow on the program I will give them the true "inside story" - sharing exclusive video of my very own colon, shot during my first colonoscopy. This is just the beginning.
[Katie Couric - Senate Select Committee on Aging - 03-09-00]
Frankly, Rachel's interpretation and my interpretation of your gallantry were about the same. But I figured since I posted about it, I opened the door. You know if you put out raw meat the wolves just might take it.
That in no way means that I don't get to keep calling you an ass.
And Christian, I haven't read your post yet, so I'm confused. Off to read it now.
Ok, you're right. The doc stayed up all giddy-like the night before, breathlessly anticipating his 2p.m. appointment with A Fistful of Coble.
Humor is a subjective thing. Bear with me now, this might get tricky. What may be funny to some, may be misinterpreted and offensive to others. Especially in a medium that doesn't allow for inflection and nuance.
For example, the use of the word "junk" when referring to genitalia may be funny to a teenager, but juvenile and insulting to the person who thinks of their fun bits as being a little nicer than "junk".
X is X. If you want to read your annual exam paranoia into it, be my guest.
I have no annual exam paranoia. Adapting your method, want to tell me what else I'm thinking? I don't mind or dread it one bit. You undress, you scoot to the end of the table, you get swabbed and felt up, you're done. Big whoop. Hell, half the Nashville blogosphere can come with if they feel like it, so they can see how awesome my gyn provider is.
However, that is neither here nor there. Kat's post was not about how her doctor felt, but about she felt about the exam. Your comment was about how her doctor felt, and suggested that it would be particularly unpleasant to do Kat's exam. Note that the use of the word "junk" was intentionally somewhat juvenile, as it was used in an interpretation of your words.
But, hey, maybe it is funny to you to be insulting to Kat when she's already feeling vulnerable, then also be insulting to folks who stick up for her. I suppose we'll have to agree to disagree on that. Let me know when you get your stand-up gig.
Thank you for finally and unintentionally proving my point.
Your interpretation of my words is just as idiotic as my interpretation of yours. As your divination of the "particularly unpleasant" is something that exists only in interpretation.
Kat has earned the right on several occasions to call me an "ass" or worse. You, not so much.
Good luck with that whole humorless feminist thing.
Kat also interpreted your words as insulting, as noted above. I did not actually call you an ass (Kat did, because of what you call an "idiotic interpretation"), but I don't have to earn anything from you, you not being the arbiter of my rights. If I wanted to call you such, I could, without buying a special Sarcastro ticket for the ride. Yes, I interpreted it as insulting. Perhaps if you don't want your words interpreted, you should keep them to yourself, or make them more direct, given that words released into public spaces are known in advance to be open to interpretation. You still haven't answered the question of whether it was supposed to be funny that the exam was routine (which was your back way out of the discussion), or whether you actually intended to be insulting in the first place. Sometimes, sticking up for a friend when you think she's being insulted is humorless, and if you want to call me idiotic for that, fine.
This is the wildest discussion I've ever been a halfway part of.
I have to admit that in a wierd way I find both you, Sarcastro, and you, Rachel very comforting.
Rachel is extremely comforting because this was a particularly bad and debilitating visit for me--details not available for public consumption. You'll have to trust me. And it's nice to have someone step up and say "Hey, she's vulnerable and she's my friend so back off!"
Sarcastro is comforting in the bizarrest way. Here I had this majorly awful appointment that was just so miserable and I had the hideous news that I was facing yet another stupid surgery etc. etc. And to know that as bad as things get, I can always count on Sarcastro to be glib and demeaning really is comforting. And annoying as heck. Yet comforting.
And yes, his remark was in poor taste, really hurt my feelings and made me think "man, your largest talent is sensing vulnerability in others and exploiting it." That was the first five minutes. And then I thought to myself that manners-wise, Sar is sort of like Homer Simpson--he does goofy stuff but it's just, I dunno, him. Not that I'm a big fan of it, but it's assured. Like death and taxes. So it's comforting.
And I got to call him an ass. Which actually did make me feel better.
And I love you both for being supportive in your ways--whether direct or indirect.
Question: How many people think it's just killing Sarcastro right about now for me to actually claim he's being supportive?
On the contrary Kitty, it makes me glad to realize that you get that I was being supportive.
Thanks, Kat. Hope you're feeling better today.
Ms. Coble,
I'm recuperating right now from what I suspect you're in for. I wish you all the best and will send up prayers for comfort, peace and swift and uneventful healing on your behalf.
Hugs to you. And cold unlubricated prostate exams to those who hijack your comments with unrelated insults to passers-by.
;0)
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