My small town has two small newspapers. Generally, there is not a lot of excitement in those pages. This past week, however, there was an article that got my attention. It was a feature on Phit, the newest women's only spa. Women only, because, well, it's all about the vagina. Yes, that's right, I said "vagina". Right here on my blog.
At Phit, you can learn all sorts of exercises. And the best part? You can have a personal trainer who will assess your.....phitness, and recommend the proper course of action. Yes. You can pay a stranger to check out the strength/tightness/elasticity of your most private parts. Then the stranger will give you a grade. Will tell you if you need work. Such fun!!
It is also possible, through Phit, to have "the other face lift" done. There are several variations on that theme, but you get the idea.
You know, I consider myself a very modern woman. I teach sex ed. I do not blush easily. But I still consider a brazilian something from Brazil. A bikini wax is actually just an overpriced form of torture. So the idea of going to the "spa" and letting someone check out my "tone", or even, god forbid, slice offending pieces of me away, well, that's just too much for my mind. I'm boggled. Amazed. And wondering, just how fit am I?
Edit: Hey! I just found out I won Carmi's caption this last week. He's got a great shot up for this week, go check him out and tell him I said hi. I know, this has nothing to do with the previous topic. Welcome to my rambling mind.