Sooo…I was perusing the news yesterday in order to expand my ever-growing intelligence (stop laughing!), when I happened upon an advertisement announcing something odd. Out of curiosity, my dumb ass couldn’t resist clicking on it and was soon transported to an article announcing that starting next week, it’s Clitoris Awareness Week.
You heard me.
This is the first of it’s kind and its’ 7-day debut will be celebrating this specific female body part starting on May 6th and continuing to May 12th.
Just a hunch, but I’d safely bet that men (and some women) don’t need 7 whole days to celebrate this. It’s celebrated every single day to the point of it almost being obsessive.
Sometimes alone. Just sayin’. Ahem!
Hell, most of the time it’s a religious awakening, but I’m getting off track here.
As I read further, it’s actually a cause to bring about awareness for those females who are victims of genital mutilation. Okay, I get that. Everything has a cause nowadays. That’s cool.
But apparently, some are concerned that the clitoris hasn’t gotten the, “attention it needs” (no shit) and they don’t really want to focus on genital mutilation. They want this to be a celebration in epic proportions. Okay, maybe not epic, but definitely not focusing on the mutilation aspect.
Really? Are you we going to have parades now? Rubber bracelets? What color would the bracelets be anyway? DON’T ANSWER THAT! How about T-shirts? 5k runs? SHIT! I don’t have time to sew a clitoris costume and march in the next parade while waving my, “I’m proud of my hoo-ha” flag/sign.
As it stands now, I’m going to have to clear the cobwebs from mine before any celebrations can begin. TMI, I know, but I can see some spring cleaning on my horizon.
In any case, it sounds like a party with lots of, “party favors,” is about to go down next week.
I can almost hear the vibrations now.
Um, what will you be doing to celebrate? Again, don’t answer that!