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Dianna Agron x Cosmopolitan in ‘can’t say vagina’ shocker

Yes, I said vagina in a headline! From now this is Fash Mob’s prerogative: to boldly go where Cosmopolitan won’t, namely, there. Apparently, our vaginas speak now. And they are just dying to tell us something. As I wouldn’t buy …

Mon, Aug 22, 2011, 14:30

   

Yes, I said vagina in a headline! From now this is Fash Mob’s prerogative: to boldly go where Cosmopolitan won’t, namely, there.

Apparently, our vaginas speak now. And they are just dying to tell us something. As I wouldn’t buy this issue of Cosmopolitan if it paid me, I’ll have to remain untold. I quite like this pic of Dianna Agron of Glee fame (though I do take issue with her boob to waist ratio, as in, how much photoshop did that take?!) but really, va-jay-jay? Cosmopolitan is supposed to be the shameless magazine, the one that talks about sex when others won’t, the one that empowers women to be sexual if they so please, and not to feel ashamed about it, but . . . but it still doesn’t like the word “vagina”. Go figure.

A friend of mine teaches baby infants, and recently had to teach them all the anatomically correct words for their genitals, as part of a curriculum that aims to empower children to talk about abuse, if and when it occurs. Of her entire class of 20-odd kids, not a single child had a word for the female genitalia. They all had words for the male. Again, go figure. And, oh, Cosmo? You’re not helping.

So how about you tell me: what do you call yours? I call mine my vagina, although really, I don’t talk about it much. Maybe I’m just afraid of it talking back; apparently it has lots to tell me. Perish the thought!