Gynecologist: Unsung Heroes/Hippo Wranglers Just a quick tale to make you gag/roll your eyes:  I went to the ladyparts doctor today to, you know, check up on my ladyparts. As fellow shitladies will know, you are required to put on a hospital dressing gown before the big event begins. No big deal, right? WRONG.  What should have been an effortless moment of effortless cloaking immediately turned into frigid, fumbling struggle as I essentially had to figure out a way to hold what could only be described as a "dressing tent" over my naked body. When the doctor came in to find me drowning in antiseptic-smelling fabric, I made the offhand joke that "wow, I could fit five of me in here! Why are they so big?" to which my shitlady doctor replied "You'd be surprised...we have people who come in here and fit them perfectly". Cue our mutual snorts and eyerolls. Picture of the monstrosity can be found here: Dressing Tent Today, I raise my salad fork in solemn salute to all the gynecologists out there who find themselves neck deep in mayo vagina nastiness. Because Hippobarge is the standard given gown size at these clinics now, I can only imagine how often you ask yourself,whilst knee deep in fupa, whether you're a doctor or a zoologist. I have more respect for you than you know.