Fun Names for Stuff
Bean bag, nut sack, huevos, cajaones, family jewels, balls, nuts… even testicles is fun. Yet, when I was talking to my nurse practitioner about my testis (not for fun but for medical reasons – even I have a line), she called the ovaries: things.
Now, this kicked off a weird philosophical inquiry for myself. I assume the average person wouldn’t have tossed into a sea of doubt because ovaries are indeed: things. But, it bothers me on a weird level.
For one, testicles and ovaries start as the same thing and during the formation of a human being they transform. Now, I am not a medical professional, but I did take a health class in Junior High. Also, I have the internet, and in my search for validation, I realized I missed one of my favorite terms: gonads. Also, I did confirm the above statement – all of our gonads start off as the same thing and then morph into other our bits.
So, why all the talk about our happy bits? Simple, during my time with the medical professional I could rattle off multiple names for the testis but nothing fun for ovaries. Ovaries are the female version of balls, but I have no fun names to call them. So I set on a quest to understand why this is the case; I didn’t try very hard in my adventure.
Many folks pointed out that they aren’t an external form of genitalia so they don’t get the screen time of say: breasts. Which makes sense to me but still bothers me. Of all the genitals testis have countless names, we even can leverage slang from foreign languages (there are two at the top of this post), and a huge tell is that our cute names aren’t demeaning (breasts aren’t bags).
So, why don’t we have fun names for ovaries? And if we do and I am just missing them, fire a tweet at me. If you also can’t think of some, let’s start a thing; I’ll go first egg holsters.
Theodore is back in the saddle and asking the simple questions.
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I don’t want you inside me; you are the incarnation of sadness. A simple bite of your flame broiled patty answer’s the question of Satan’s existence with a resounding: yes. With each chew, it becomes clear that they’ve perfected torture. This abomination came from Hell’s Kitchen… not the good one.
Like a shame filled conquest, I leave your drive-through and other options reveal themselves; the grass beside the porta-potty that has a hole in the reservoir probably has more flavor. But I can’t seem to ignore that sweet 2 for 6. It pains me. I know your not a deal because you won’t fill my sad void but enlarge it. Once done, my abyss will have grown deeper, wider, and darker.
Yet, I put you inside me regularly. Why? Simple, marketing.
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2020 Blarg, am I right? Totes, this year is Garbage Town, USA… but, I would be lying if I dumped everything into the proverbial trash fire that has been this year and pretend like there haven’t been peaks (and a lot of valleys).
In general, we are all strapped to a table, our junk hanging out, a madman is sitting at a tennis ball launcher full of a million lemons, and our genitals are the target. Are we all making lemonade out of the constant bombardment on our bits? Obviously not, people are struggling and to sit here and say: “But on the good side” is not helpful.
Yet, I never take my own advice. Since, I am on my own site writing a blog post for the first time in over a year; I would say I’ve ended up in a place that may be trending toward stability (not healthy necessarily, just stable). Yes, I am breaking my rules; one of which is to never drink while writing (hello Mister Manhattan). But, extraordinary conditions lead to fantastically delicious cocktails.
Now, I believe we must find the good in all situations; even if you are knee deep in a tonne of shit, you should be able to find joy in the fact that the visible specks of corn are reminiscent of the stars – what a fun coincidence. While the world burns down around us, we must take time to understand the sudden shift in society and how it positively impacts us (there are negatives, but don’t focus on those). And as for positives, don’t try to do a big bang, relish in the simple joys: a walk with a loved one, conversation, or the ability to take on that project you always postponed. Find the good in those moments, you’re allowed to be sad and slightly happy.
Now we’ve reached the point where I tell you how productive I’ve been, which would be a lie. Just doing basic things I love is nearly impossible – I haven’t written fiction all year. Like most of us, I picked up a gardening habit (I already was a baker far before the pandemic), and I suffer extreme swings where motivating myself is about as useful as trying to fuck a rock (depending on the rock, sometimes you can break through).
Yet, when my first tomato turned red, I was ecstatic. I watched it from my window and I checked daily for any problem. I would be on a work call, and I would have to go out and see how it was doing. Legit, I talked to a tomato. If I had been in the office, I never would have seen that a groundhog was in my yard. In the previous year, I was unable to stand watch over my garden because I was in the office, and no matter what I did, a groundhog ravaged all my veggies (I got nothing out of 40 plants). So, when I was stuck at home and able to focus on my plants, that single tomato was the proof that my trapping (groundhogs were safely relocated to a local forest), defense construction (try and move 80 pounds of rock you fucking oversized rodent), and constant care was worth it. 2020 gave my my first major production of vegetables, and for that, I am grateful.
In the end, 2020 is a year of evaluation and understanding. I started off by dropping 10 pounds and quickly gained it back by Sad Dashing, instead of cooking you order takeout and just drink on the couch because you’re fucking sad, and now I am back in a productivity cycle. This year is a cycle of nightmares and nightmarish dreams. But, we don’t need to add to each-other’s diarrhea laden swamp. So don’t crap on people or around them, praise the little steps and make sure to check in and make sure they okay (none of us are okay).
For me, I need to focus on myself, and in order to make the nightmare slightly better, I am going to update my website, add more blog posts, and in general start writing more. It’s the best I can do, and since I used this standing desk I built as an excuse to not write until I got made it, I no longer can justify not writing.
Cheers, don’t be too hard on yourself, it sucks out there but humanity always ends up moving forward. At least you don’t have to worry about dying because the King is a dick… well… not yet at least.
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