About an hour before I was about to go to work today my mood switched. From having been "quite nice" I got into crackpotland. Serious crackpotland. That was eight hours ago and I'm still there. I feel fan-ta-stic!
You know, I can't say I hate my job. I really can't. There's always something fun going on. Like private mails between bosses being mailed out to the entire company. Or the production standing completely still due to a wax paste not being passed. Or you know, the general sillyness. Like the discussion about plastic surgeries yesterday. It went something like this:
Me: What do you think? Silicone or not?
H&H: Natural - silicones are so strange.
H2: Of course the new ones feel more natural than the old silicone ones.
Neither me nor H1 are very surprised about that comment. Then we agreed that I would probably fall over if I had silicones.
The source behind my question was an article in Vanity Fair where the journalist went undercover to plastic surgeons to see how it actually works.
When the breast-discussion cleared out H&H started discussing hair. Being me I had get into the discussion and here, the general opinion was that a) people should trim themselves b) it itches like hell when it grows out and c) no one really wants a razor close to the genitals. Apparently this seem like an opinion shared by most people. Trimmed - you should care. Even though I have to say that men seem more eager to see it completely shaved off on a woman. I don't really understand that though seeing as for me - completely hairless down there is what a baby is.
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