As an OB/GYN, I know pregnant women have a boatload of questions as their due date approaches. But so often, they fail to plan ahead and get their questions asked until they’re huffing and puffing in labor. And trust me. This is NOT the best time.Read More...
As a gynecologist who also happens to be more bouncy cheerleader than stuffed shirt, I’m pretty much the beck-and-call girl for most of my girlfriends when it comes to girly parts and the questions you’d only ask your gynecologist if she was your best friend. Which means I also get asked to tell stories at parties, the way I did in "Gyno Guzzling: A Vagina Drinking Game".
I happen to love vaginas, so my goal is not to be irreverent or make fun of people who have suffered from vaginal misfortune, but it does happen to make for fun dinnertime conversation, as those who have been to my dinner parties can attest. But for those of you who have missed my dinner parties, I wanted to invite you to sit down with a group of friends, pour yourself a glass of wine, and respectfully honor some of the women who have come across my radar in the ten years I practiced gynecology. So here’s a toast. And a warning. This post is not for the faint of heart. To VAGINAS!Read More...
We’ve all been there. You’re making out. Things get hot and heavy. He’s got his hand under your blouse, and you can feel him stiffen under your touch. The inevitable is about to happen. And then you remember the condom in your purse.
You pull out the condom and fork it over with a “I’m sorry but these are my rules” gaze. He opens it and starts to put it on, and as he does, Mr. Friendly withers.
As an OB/GYN, I have examined and treated thousands of women who complain of pelvic pain. Sometimes the diagnosis is easy -- it’s pelvic inflammatory disease, a ruptured ovarian cyst, a twisted ovary, or an ectopic pregnancy. But more often than not, the cause doesn’t jump out and whack you on the white coat.
Yes. You read that title right. It’s heartbreakingly true. According to this article, 15 OB/GYN practices in South Florida have set a weight limit and will not accept obstetrics or gynecology patients who weigh more.
"People don't realize the risk we're taking by taking care of these patients," the South Florida Sun-Sentinel quoted Dr. Albert Triana of South Miami as saying. "There's more risk of something going wrong and more risk of getting sued. Everything is more complicated with an obese patient in GYN surgeries and in [pregnancies]."
I’ve been fielding questions from tweens and their mothers as part of a corporate spokesperson role with UbyKotex, and for those of you with tween girls, I thought I’d share what has come up!
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, so let me start by sending out a great big whopping Happy Mother’s Day to those of you who are celebrating your fabulous mothers and whooping it up with your fabulous children. I’m sending you all my love and sending out three big WOOTs in hopes that you have a wonderful day.
But as much as I love you and wish you well, today’s post is not for you (no offense!).
As an OB/GYN, I know Mother’s Day can be a tough day for many women -- those who have been unable to conceive, lost pregnancies, had abortions, given their baby up for adoption, chosen not to reproduce, or wound up having that decision made by default. And if you’ve inherited children through marriage, you may feel sort of second fiddle to the biological Mommies, even if you’re the one making lunch for six kids every day while biological Mommy lives on her boyfriend’s yacht.
If you’re one of those women -- and if you are, you’re SO not alone -- Mother’s Day brunches, kids making hand-woven pot holders, and over-the-top flower displays at the local grocery store may leave you feeling…well…left out. Or maybe even teary.
But I’m here to tell you that you don’t have to bear children to be a Mommy and you don’t have to be a Mommy to make the huge difference in the life of a child.
I just posted "15 Crazy Things About Vaginas," a synopsis of my book What’s Up Down There?, which went viral so quickly that it crashed Owning Pink. One of the sweetest compliments I got on my 20 city book tour was this: “Lissa, Even Ensler started the Vagina Monologues, but you’ve started the Vagina Dialogues.” Suh-WEET! So given the appetite for Vagina Dialogues, I thought I’d share a few more stories. I have to admit that I'm not super proud of my juvenile behavior in this next story. In fact, I feel badly that I let my inner narcissist flourish amidst all the attention from the hunky boys at the expense of my patients. But Owning Pink is all about telling the truth- even if it reflects you in a less than flattering light. So with that said, here you go. Gyno Guzzling- a vagina drinking game.
When I was an OB/GYN resident, I briefly dated this babycakes of a boy, who we’ll call Adonis, since I honestly can’t remember his name. I’m pretty sure he was legal, but only barely, and when he and his buddies found out I was a gynecologist, they were riveted. They made up a drinking game they called Gyno Guzzling in my honor. As the star of this game, I was supposed to tell gynecology stories, and every time I said the words vagina or speculum, they would drink. While the feminist in me found this game a tad offensive, the narcissist in me couldn’t resist the attention, and a room full of hunky college boys egged me on for hours, as I told story after story, until we were all hammered. Gyno Guzzling went something like this.Read More...
You hate your job. You despise your job, actually. You get sick to your stomach every Monday morning and the sense of dread doesn’t let up until TGIF Happy Hour. Okay, maybe you don’t TOTALLY hate your job. There is that cute guy in billing, you did work hard to get where you are so far, and the money is decent, even though you deserve more. But you can’t let go of that feeling that there’s something more.
You fantasize about quitting. You create elaborate scenarios in your head that involve telling your boss to take this job and shove it where the sun don’t shine. You visualize cleaning out your office, walking out the front door, unshackling your chains, and throwing debris up in the air as you start break dancing to the perfect soundtrack that rocks you right into the life your dying to live -- which is any life except this one.Read More...