Did there really need to be another book about vaginas? Uh, yes. There will always need to be more books about vaginas. And women’s bodies in general, really. And when it’s a book of funny, relatable essays written by Kat George, then we need it even more. Pink Bits, an e-book published by Thought Catalog, is an autobiography of sorts, kind of a walk down memory lane for George, only “memory lane” is, um, a vagina. Aahh! It’s hard not to read this book without obsessing over vaginas for quite some time after. But that’s kind of the beauty of it, I think, because the closer you look at something, the more comfortable you become with it, the less stigmas you attach to it, and the more capable we can all be to feel good about our bodies and less judgmental about those belonging to the women around us. And feeling good, as we all know, is never a bad thing. But so, I talked with George about her book, being a woman, and, of course, VAGINAS.
So, vaginas. As you so memorably put it, we have almost all, at one point, had “our cheeks smushed against bloodied labia.” And yet, vaginas are talked about far less than penises, or even assholes. What inspired you to want to, so to speak, shed some light on this body part?
As a vagina owner, I’m always finding myself very frustrated when people are turning up their noses at the mere mention of menzies or flaps or minge or cunt. No one bats an eyelid should I drop dick or cock or penis or bum or poop into a conversation. But for some reason, people (men and women inclusive) find vaginas to be very off-putting. Well. To these people, I want to say: “You came out of one. Your face was pressed through a vagina. So NER NER NER.” If I could do something with my writing to dispel a little bit of the horror inspired by the vagina, that would make me very happy. Just to let people know there’s nothing weird going on here, vaginas are chill, and not to be afraid. Also to help women rid themselves of some of the shame that’s some along with centuries of vaginas being treated with such disdain.
As a kid, you had a lot of misconceptions about the ins-and-outs of sex (ahhh…sorry about this and all other puns, it’s so hard not to do that when discussing sex, but I’ll try), like thinking an orgasm felt like unleashing a particularly satisfying snot rocket or that rape had something to do with gardening tools. This was super familiar to me, the weird fill-in-the-blank aspect of childhood sex knowledge, but then I realized that this isn’t universal among children anymore. They can find out everything via Google! This makes me weirdly sad and nostalgic. Anyway, do you think this is weirdly sad or nostalgic? Or do you think kids will benefit from learning about sex from the Internet?
Kids growing up with the Internet are certainly far less cute than sex-dumb me was at thirteen. I mean, my naivety was pretty adorable in retrospect. I do think it’s sad, but maybe that’s just because I have Captain Hindsight on my side. In many ways, it must be very liberating, especially for kids struggling with their sexuality. Imagine questioning your sexuality at 14, being able to get online and find other people in your situation, and communicate with them, or just simply being able to read about other experiences. There are definitely some benefits to having that kind of sex education at your finger tips. At the same time however, I think a lot of kids are also just going to watch a lot of fucked up porn things, and never discuss it with an adult, because as we’ve already established, kids are too stupid, embarrassed and afraid to ask adults about sex stuff. So there will also be a lot of kids going around with this really warped notion of what sex looks like.