Vagina. It’s not a dirty word, but it sure sounds like one. I don’t think we often enough refer to the vagina by its anatomical name. Perhaps, if we did, people wouldn’t give me such surprised looks when I say it.
Since I started writing this column, I have received a few comments and questions of confusion about the subjects of my writing coinciding with the title of this column. Allow me to clarify.
So, as one might guess by the title of my column, I am single. With Valentine’s Day approaching quickly, you would think I would be pretty bitter about being single on the day meant for “lovers.” In year’s past, your thought would have been supported by my actions.
I’ll admit it, I’ll be the first to admit it: I don’t give myself enough credit. For anything. I work hard, but I never think I work hard enough. I get good grades, but my grades aren’t the best. Sometimes, on the occasions when my current situation warrants sympathy from someone, I am reluctant to accept or acknowledge such sympathy, simply because I do not feel worthy of it.
So, I have this friend, and she has a boyfriend now. This doesn’t seem like significant news, but it is because she has done the impossible: she has turned her Friend with Benefits into her boyfriend. Let’s all give her a round of applause for that feat of greatness.