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A comment a friend left on my previous post had me thinking... my recent dermatology adventure involved down there -- and the very concept of "down there" is ineluctably bound in my mind to a Sex Ed class I was forced to sit through in 1970 -- hapless instructor showed us the Innocent Party, even then 11 years old but felt like centuries past. There's an exchange between the 2 young men at approximately 6 minutes 10 seconds in:
"I've got some kind of sore... down there!"
"Don't worry about it... probably just a pimple or something."
At the word "pimple" the entire class burst into hysterical laughter. Poor instructor got horribly upset, stopped the movie, and spent the remaining 30 minutes of the class making sure we realized that syphilis was no laughing matter! Of course, we were all thinking, if it's no laughing matter, why are you showing us a comedy about it?
I wonder what would have happened if we'd gotten as far as the toilet seat scene...
"I've got some kind of sore... down there!"
"Don't worry about it... probably just a pimple or something."
At the word "pimple" the entire class burst into hysterical laughter. Poor instructor got horribly upset, stopped the movie, and spent the remaining 30 minutes of the class making sure we realized that syphilis was no laughing matter! Of course, we were all thinking, if it's no laughing matter, why are you showing us a comedy about it?
I wonder what would have happened if we'd gotten as far as the toilet seat scene...
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Date: 2013-10-12 08:23 pm (UTC)Normally, I feel great after I've had sex!