At first I thought this was an ad taken out by a crazy man with some irrational conspiracy theory. Now I am wondering if this isn't a personal ad posted by a woman who just wants to find herself a really flexible man.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Conspiracy theory or lonely woman?
At first I thought this was an ad taken out by a crazy man with some irrational conspiracy theory. Now I am wondering if this isn't a personal ad posted by a woman who just wants to find herself a really flexible man.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
All That Glitters...
A fitting topic for my very first blog entry is the origin of the nickname "Fancy." A friend of mine told me the following story one day at work (this is one of those stories that has attained urban legend status, but this was the first time I had heard it):
An older woman returned from her annual visit to her gynecologist in a state of some humiliation. She almost tearfully recounted to her daughter that when the doctor viewed her in the awful position women must achieve on the examining table, he exclaimed, "Fancy!! Faaannnnncyyy!!" She reported that she was too embarrassed to ask what inspired the outburst and just skulked away after the exam. Her daughter asked if the doctor had ever acted inappropriately like that before and was assured that he certainly had not. She next asked her distraught mother if she had done anything different in preparation for her exam. "No, not at all. Well, I did borrow some of your feminine hygiene spray." She gestured to an aerosol can on the dresser. "That's not feminine spray! It's glitter spray for my hair!" Fancy, alright.
For whatever reason, this story was suddenly the funniest thing I had ever heard and for the rest of the day I kept muttering, "Faaannnnncyyy!!" and laughing. I recounted the story to anyone who would listen, but nobody seemed to share my level of amusement (a feeling I am very accustomed to).
That incident in itself was not enough to warrant a nickname, but I found an equal amount of entertainment value in the song "Fancy" by Reba McEntire. Added to the mix is the fact that I am one of the un-fanciest people around, so the name just stuck.
An older woman returned from her annual visit to her gynecologist in a state of some humiliation. She almost tearfully recounted to her daughter that when the doctor viewed her in the awful position women must achieve on the examining table, he exclaimed, "Fancy!! Faaannnnncyyy!!" She reported that she was too embarrassed to ask what inspired the outburst and just skulked away after the exam. Her daughter asked if the doctor had ever acted inappropriately like that before and was assured that he certainly had not. She next asked her distraught mother if she had done anything different in preparation for her exam. "No, not at all. Well, I did borrow some of your feminine hygiene spray." She gestured to an aerosol can on the dresser. "That's not feminine spray! It's glitter spray for my hair!" Fancy, alright.
For whatever reason, this story was suddenly the funniest thing I had ever heard and for the rest of the day I kept muttering, "Faaannnnncyyy!!" and laughing. I recounted the story to anyone who would listen, but nobody seemed to share my level of amusement (a feeling I am very accustomed to).
That incident in itself was not enough to warrant a nickname, but I found an equal amount of entertainment value in the song "Fancy" by Reba McEntire. Added to the mix is the fact that I am one of the un-fanciest people around, so the name just stuck.
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