We Salute You, Even-Tempered Women With Long Labia

Today, in “people with a better sense of humor than you, probably”:

I was at a festival in Southern California, and a well-known piercer/tattooist was there. I chose to have my labia pierced, and climbed up into her tall director’s chair, with her perched on a stool below, staring pretty much directly into my crotch.

She very clinically pulled my (very long) labia out from my body to assess a potential site, saying: “Nice lips! I could pierce you a dozen times on each side and just sew you up like a turkey!”

It took a long time for me to stop laughing enough for the procedure to commence safely.

We are also very, very happy that you did stop laughing long enough for the procedure to commence safely. Very happy.

(The entire comment thread that follows does a lot to dispel the stereotype of the humorless feminist.)