This One's for the Ladies

Okay, so I'm going to discuss a serious, chick-only topic now. Guys, take warning. You may wanna skip this one.

Today, one of my co-workers came in late to the office after leaving a message that she wasn't feeling well this morning. When she got in, one of us (not me) asked if she was feeling okay. So far, so good.

Except then she started loudly talking about her IUD. And how there was some problem with it, which is why she was late. I guess she was at the doctor's office.

Okay, okay, okay. As far as I'm concerned that is a no-no. As a rule, in the workplace, I do not want to hear or talk about any foreign/inorganic objects that come or go from that region of the body. However, I am apparently in the minority on this, because a five-minute conversation ensued between my co-worker and everyone else in the office:

Really? I had the same thing when... well, according to my one friend,... yeah, so the nurse had to yank... and so I told my husband,... and the cramps were... once, in band camp...

ARRGH! ENOUGH!

Now, I realize that my little company is only 20% male. And the male contingent (okay, the one guy) was absent from the office. But really, folks, is that any reason to prattle on about your hoo-ha? NO! Good God, NO!

Maybe it's just me. Maybe for me the gene that allows women to talk about this stuff at work was replaced by the gene that allows me to kick ass at Mortal Kombat. (Well, I kick ass at least until my thumb starts to hurt. Usually about 10-15 rounds of best-of-three. Oh, and I'm a shitty winner, too. Just ask Dan.)

Alls I know is, it was all I could do to not cover my ears with my hands and sing la-la-la.

So, please, ladies of the world, keep the hoo-ha talk to happy hour at Chi-Chi's, and not at the office. The more dudely among us thank you.