Today I had the pleasure of my first Mammogram. I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t help but think that a Mammogram sounds a bit too much like a Telegram and I am still waiting for my boobs to transmit some sort of message to me now in morose code.
What they are really saying to me though is stop making that short Italian guy squish me in that horrid machine! As I was standing half-naked and 2 feet above the male technician I couldn’t help but wonder if 50 years from now this dreadful machine will end up in some museum and labelled as “Female booby torture mechanism, designed by men”.
It reminded me of blood letting…you know, when doctors from past centuries believed that draining your blood would cure you of your disease. Ladies, listen up! Do you honestly think that men would agree to squashing their testicles once a year in the same way?