I think I am becoming a prude.
Some would argue that I always have been but really, I try to be open minded. Live and let live. But from time to time, I see signs of my age. The office has a new clerk, and she is young. Very young. Pre-cellulite young. She used to be a figure skater and so she's a bit fearless (also a fan of American Apparel, which as a feminist makes me irate but that is fodder for another post.)
This morning she waddles into the office à la Amy Winehouse after a bender. Evidently she had a roller blading mishap, took a big old wipe out and got some big old road rash on her hip and ass. The reason I know this, is because she took a photo of herself post wipe-out, bottomless, so she could show off her wound. Then she insisted on showing every single staff member (in spite of my refusing) her naked ass/hip area covered in road rash.
I'm not entirely sure why it's necessary for me see her wounded naked ass. Nor am I sure why she felt compelled to take photographic evidence of it. But this is when I see myself turning into the crotchety old woman sitting on the stoop shaking her fist at the world. "Why in my day, sonny..." But I am of the distinct belief that it is totally ok to describe what happened and tell people here how big the wound is, and all that jazz... BUT I'm pretty sure i don't need to see it.
