If you’ve ever thought about joining a book club I highly recommend joining mine. We’ve met twice and currently have a third evening planned. Fortunately for me, and most likely because I’ve been dictating the selection, all of the books we read are books I’ve already read or movies that I’ve seen. On average, at least one out of three book clubbers have not read the book or seen the movie, which is fine because we really just get together to drink, dine, and dish.
Our most recent book, which I read at least five years ago, was Dixieland Sushi. While munching on our spring rolls (we try to pair our food with our books), and admiring On My Terms’ incredible rolling abilities – she zigged and zagged like nobody’s business – we discussed aging, wrinkles and Botox. While some didn’t mind a little facial botulism, others weren’t so keen. “Has anyone ever had Botox in their vagina?” one of the girls – I so wish I could remember who – asked. Not surprisingly, nobody had. “Why would someone shoot Botox into their vagina?” “It increases stimulation, makes the sex better,” was the response.
I’m not sure whether or not that is true, but if it is, why would anyone settle for botulism when, for a few extra dollars, they could get crotchulism? It does seem strange that Botox will paralyze your face but sensitize below the waist. That said, if it is true, crotchulism is definitely something I can wrap my head (and legs) around.