I guess that maybe I have been reading the book from the Bodies Exhibit way too much, because it’s starting to give me nightmares.
Last night I dreamed that my husbands arm was all opened up and I could see all his muscles. I said “You should really see a doctor about that.”
He told me he was fine and to leave him alone.
I haven’t always been such an intellectual anatomy enthusiast. I used to be pretty dim witted. But hey, I had led a sheltered life.
The first time I experienced a foreigner from a strange land, I was 15 years old.
This foreign exchange student sat next to me in my drama class and I was completely in awe and wonder struck. It was like meeting a movie star or an alien from Mars. I was overwhelmed with curiosity and was eager to find out anything and everything I could to about this fascinating creature so I started bombarding him with questions.
His name was Anusheh Rafi-Guliani, but all his friends just called him Anu. He was a foreign exchange student from Germany and was living with the History Teacher Mr. Grey. He liked Mr. Grey and thought he was a pretty swell guy.
Anu’s mother was from Persia, and his father was from Berlin. They met one moonlit night in Paris. It was the most romantic moment known to man.
He was in Berlin when the Berlin wall was knocked down and brought a box of rubble with him to America so he could give the sacred relics out to friends. The bulldozer that knocked it down crushed his family and part of his arm, but they were resurrected again in the aftermath.
Anu also informed me that no, they don’t have toothbrushes and toothpaste in Germany, they just visit the Dentist.
I guess my German Inquisition attracted a bit of attention among the other small town minds because other people started to gather round and ask Anu questions about life in a foreign land.
James Garrett brought up the urban legend about German women who don’t shave their pits.
He asked Anu quite bluntly, “Well, is it true? Are German women really hairy all over? Do they really have hairy legs.”
Anu said that some women shave their pits and their legs. But then James Garret asked him, “Which do you prefer? Bald or hairy?” Poor Anu was so humiliated. He had to explain that he didn’t judge a woman by the amount of hair on her body.
I wonder if James Garret ever found out that there are plenty of American ladies who run around town looking like a Sasquatch or a burly otter.
In America, if a woman doesn’t shave her necessary parts, people just refer to her as being European.
I don’t actually have any interesting stories about otters. I saw a bunch of them eating fish once at the Seattle zoo and they’re pretty cute, even though they are covered in fur.
This one time, I was swimming at the pro club in Seattle, and this woman walked past me. She was wearing a Speedo swim suit and boy did I get an eyeful. I guess she was European.