
Sometime between the birth of my first child & perimenopause, I missed the memo: Stupid Euphemisms for Vagina.
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Perhaps I should confess. Sitting across from each woman – I am in silent prayer.
Please God, let it be that she is totally, utterly, completely consumed. By something. Anything. Okay, maybe not sugar or shopping. But let it be that this woman in front of me – this intelligent, put together, gorgeous woman finds herself on her knees tonight, crawling, reaching, yearning, aching and tormented by something she cannot outrun.
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Ok. I won't (I'm anonymous, remember?), but 60 other women will show you pictures of their vulvas in the book I'll Show You Mine, by Wrenna Robertson and Katie Huisman.
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If you’ve read my book What’s Up Down There? Questions You’d Only Ask Your Gynecologist If She Was Your Best Friend, you know that I don’t stick to clinical words for our girly parts. In fact, you’ll pretty much see it all -- fuzzy lap flounder, fabulous furburger, cooch, twat, pussy -- it’s all in there.
I’ve been criticized for being a gynecologist who doesn’t always use clinical terms. I’ve been labeled juvenile, anti-feminist, and anatomically incorrect.
Read More...OMG. You’ve got to be kidding. I just heard about a magazine ad that’s got me steaming mad. Check out this full page Summer’s Eve ad in Woman’s Day magazine. The title: “Confidence at Work: How to Ask For a Raise.” The very first suggestion in the eight tips on how to ask for a raise?
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“Don't be a pussy” is a sexist statement to my ears, and it’s my generation’s version of today’s school kids calling things that aren’t cool “gay.” I come from a city where calling someone gay is not an automatic insult, plus I’m a writer who thinks common slang is the poetry of human anthropology, so it took this aware smarty pants a painfully long time to hear what these kids were truly saying.
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This week, I had a patient who came in because of an abnormal pap smear, but we ended up chatting a whole lot more about the anatomy of girl parts. It still amazes me how many of you out there still don’t really understand the Pretty Pink Pussy (that’s code for vagina, vulva, clitoris, etc…you get the picture). So this post is my gift to all of you for whom “down there” is still a mystery. I can see you all blushing now (Oh my, that doctor just said the word pussy!) But don’t be shy or embarrassed. Owning Your Body is all part of Owning Pink, and you have to understand it to Own it. So here goes, Pinkies. You ready?
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Tell me it isn’t true. Rumor on the street has it that TV networks have banned a tampon company for making an ad that uses the word “vagina.” Um, how exactly are we supposed to talk about tampons without using the word vagina? And what’s wrong with that? Vagina vagina vagina! (Okay, did I just sound like a defiant little kid? Good.)
Apparently, after this infamous tampon ad was banned from three networks, they reshot the ad and replaced “vagina” with “down there.” Even with this change, two networks still wouldn’t run the ad. Which means they made a tampon ad without ever once referencing the female genitalia. I mean…duh, people. That’s like making a beer ad without ever referencing the mouth, lips, or tongue. Vaginas are where tampons GO.

Hiya Pinkies. Many of you met Regena Thomashauer (aka Mama Gena) a while back when I wrote about her after interviewing her for my upcoming book What’s Up Down There? Questions You’d Only Ask Your Gynecologist If She Was Your Best Friend (St. Martin’s Press, Sept 2010). Now, I’m blessed to be able to experience Mama Gena in the flesh (and I’m talking about some juicy Goddess flesh here!) I just finished the first of four rounds of becoming a Sister Goddess at Mama Gena’s School of the Womanly Arts, and I’m so excited to share this journey with all you Pinkies.