Tuesday, October 02, 2007

On the Importance of a Healthy Self-Regard

Some years ago, a couple lived near us whom we liked very much. Slightly hippie, granola-type people who possessed a sense of humor. They had two children, one a very talented twelve-year-old boy, the other a rather precocious two-year-old girl.

It was this girl who was the subject of a story the mother whispered, giggling, to Wonder Woman at the playground where our kids disported themselves. The mom had been changing the little one's diaper. In a state of nudity, freshly wiped down and powdered, the girl pointed to her personal bits and hollered out:

"Yay! 'Ray! Vulva!"

I'm afraid I've never been able to shake that little witticism, and I find myself silently chanting it, like a mantra, at moments of, how shall we put it... Well, the sorts of moments when the phrase is likely to occur to one.

I know just what you mean, little one, and I couldn't agree more.


jamesfinngarner said...

Don't they shout that at Venezuelan soccer games?

Kate said...


billy pilgrim said...


blue girl said...

Dear God, I fear I'll never be able to get this post out of my head.

Jeddie, you write way too many things that will forever take up space between my ears.

Tudoresque F*** Box

That Chunky Noodle saying
-- granted I can't fully remember it...

Don Henley Must Die must've pushed it out the left ear a tad.

The Viscount LaCarte said...

(Speakers on)

Speaking of Stumble upon...

Neddie said...

Very funny, Viscount!

Annapolitan said...

See, now I have this bizarre (well, perverted) mental image of 1960's high school varsity cheerleaders -- sweaters, pleated skirts, saddle shoes -- at midcourt during halftime.

"Yay!" Arms and pom-poms at sides.

"'Ray!" Arms outstretched.

"Vulva!" Cheerleaders jump, skirts fly up...

Will Divide said...

2! 4! 6! 8!. . . 'cuse us as we mastur-bate

Gooooo.... Te-team!!!!

David Harmon said...

In one of the oldest surviving cycles of myth, we see the tale "Inanna and the God of Wisdom" beginning as follows:
Inanna placed the shugurra, the crown of the steppe, on her head.
She went to the sheepfold, to the shepherd.
She leaned back against the apple tree.
When she leaned against the apple tree, her vulva was wondrous to behold.
Rejoicing at her wondrous vulva, the young woman Inanna applauded herself.

Jeremy said...

I have a Welsh friend who bought a new car. She swears that her Gran told all and sundry that "our Sian's got a lovely new vulva".

Tom said...

Viva la Vulva!