WARNING: this is not the saucy post I promised, it just looks like it. My TMI story still hasn’t been published at Kidspot so I’m stalling.
I’ve spent much of my career writing about sex. At Cosmopolitan magazine I wrote guides to condoms and vibrators (you would not BELIEVE how fast the samples disappeared when I left them out as freebies on a desk one night).
At CLEO I ran stories about how to Blow Like A Pro … And was responsible for a whole section of the magazine being pulped because I printed an ill-advised story that included a penis ruler (that measured Asian penises at the lower end of the scale).
You’d think working at a parenting website would mean I would have moved on to more demure topics, but no.
Earlier this week, my eldest daughter confronted me with the most scandalised look on her face, demanding to know why there was a notebook on the dining table with this list written on it …
Erm, now I will admit it looks pretty suss, but I swear it was just a checklist for a story I’m writing about conception myths.
I’d made the list so I’d remember what pictures to find when it was time to illustrate it.
It was quite amusing to type “missionary position” into the picture agency search engine and get these results …
The talk gets a little out-there in the office too sometimes … Yesterday it was all about the scientific way to measure a flaccid penis. Apparently the researchers stretch them out …
(I’m not sure how vigorously they do the stretching. Google probably has the answer.)
Which lead to me regaling everyone with my Singapore CLEO pulping anecdote.
Gawd help me in a conservative workplace.