Lisa of Sociological Images succinctly describes the concept behind “vajazzling.”
In any case, the video below, in which a woman documents the vajazzling of her “vagina,” reveals that the term refers to the placing of a field of tiny crystals where your public hair would be. So, first you essentially replace your pubic hair with shiny objects.
Succinctly but not completely. That should read shiny, sharp cut-glass crystal objects! Which at the very, very least would tend to limit one’s partner’s interest in face-to-face intercourse. And assuming men are being honest who say they don’t want pubic hair in their mouths ought to be just even more balky about chipping their molars on Swarovski crystals.
My guess is that the hair-in-the-mouth thing is a red herring. As Holly says, if men are so all-fired indiscriminating and sex-crazed they sure are a demandingly picky bunch. And nothing says demanding like “scrape off your pubic hair with a razor, or pull it out with hot, sticky wax,” I’m guessing saying “and encrust it with jewels instead” just seems extra special.
My second guess, though, is that it’s scarcely any of my business how an intimate partner chooses to groom herself and no business at all of mine how anyone else goes about it. Part of privilege would be assuming people who get themselves vajazzled are interested in men’s opinion in the first place.

Copyrighted image from Danielle Corsetto. Visit her site for full-size version.
I’ve been really enjoying Danielle Corsetto’s Girls With Slingshots comic strip since being turned on to it by an anonymous commenter on a previous post.
Her portrayal of 10-year-old boys in the strip behind this link is a little off. I mean, yes, yes, I get that the boy saying “Booobies” nicely reverses Hazel’s concern that she wouldn’t be a safe babysitter and her friend’s reassurance that the 10-year-old is “probably much more mature than you think.”
But still, when you say 10-year-olds you’re talking 4th and 5th graders. I’ve been spending… quite a bit of time with about 47 fifth graders lately. And even for the “mature” ones we’re still talking very pubescent children, not college freshmen!
Comics are funny in very large part because they’re precisely not actual real life. If a real-life little kid behaved the way this one does in this comic, the next one (“so how was baby-sitting last night?” “Hormonal, nerdy, perverted, and gross.” And, sardonically, “My, how unlike a 10-year-old-boy!”) and the way he and his on-line friends behave in this one that wouldn’t be “par for the course.” It wouldn’t be “boys will be boys.” It wouldn’t be “what a surprise.” It would be “speak immediately to the parents” and/or “talk to a child psychologist” and/or “contact child-protective services.”
Because, seriously, a 4th or 5th-grader addressing an adult only in terms of sexual body parts (e.g. “boobies!” and “oh, hi tits”) or, as in this strip, is making out aggressively with another child his age is, has been seriously and prematurely sexualized.
Funny in the funnies (no, really, it’s great bleak/dark/edgy humor) but at the same time it’s factually-incorrectly framing the narrative of all men, of all ages including childhood, as obligate, reflex, obsessive sexual beings.
The “no-sex” class paradigm* is a habit of mind, not reality. It’s a habit we want to break in ourselves. It’s a habit we don’t even want to start in children. Let alone encourage by setting expectations.
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Just to be clear I’m really, really not knocking Corsetto. The comic that was current when I first visited her site was also bleak, also a good poke at gender stereotypes, and also pretty funny. Particularly funny when you’re aware that both the gay man and the straight one in the final panel are deluding themselves — a point Corsetto makes clear with, for instance, the perpetually dateless main character Hazel.
* With apologies to Plymouth
Another point that can be extracted from Hugo Schwyzer’s post about the research into men who hire prostitutes...
It’s not hard to see that this belief — part of what I refer to as the myth of male weakness — serves a particularly important self-justifying function. “I need to have sex with prostitutes”, the line goes, “or I might rape.”
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They want the myth of male weakness to work because it serves their agenda; they know that in their own lives, the myth is oversold. This is cynical, yes, but devastatingly effective.
It wouldn’t hurt to ask if the same accusations could be made of the socially-conservative philosophy of some of at least some of the researchers behind the original project (pdf).
Because on the one hand, yes, if it’s very helpful to assume all men are potential rapists if one is asserting that all prostitutes are conscripted.
But!
On the other hand, recalling the major point of Hugo’s post, sticking with that dichotomy handily enables men who excuse themselves hiring prostitutes in those terms!
And even though I’ve run out of hands an even more important consideration is that the dichotomy alienates at least two groups that could be really, really useful allies in confronting abuse in prostitution: men in general for one, and the subset of prostitutes (however large or small) who either aren’t or who don’t perceive themselves as coerced.
Bond of Dear Diaspora, who wrestles productively with questions of gender, has some gender-clarifying questions of her own.
The following questions are intended to help one’s own thinking only — there are no right answers, nor right interpretations of answers. Some of them are questions posed to me by others, some are questions I stumbled across in one or many places, and some are questions I’ve asked myself. I apologize for not being able to cite them all properly — credit is given where possible, but I’ve consumed a huge volume of information on this topic and I can’t trace it all back now.
I’m aware that the way I’m using phrases like “born as” is somewhat problematic. Keep in mind these are questions, not answers, and that responses like “I have no idea” and “neither” are very much allowed.
I’ve pulled the answers out of the block quote so I could answer as best I could. I’m assuming they all wish-related questions relate to gender and not general-purpose. So I won’t say “I wish I could fly” in response to “if a genie came to me…” Answering the questions leave me feeling I’m a strongly cis-gendered, sexually male, impatient-with-gender-impositions man. Which might not be a surprise to you, and which surprised me mostly by how strongly born-cis-male (if not born gendered male) I turn out to be.
#1 If a genie came to you and offered you one wish, to change your body in any way you like, what would your wish be? (Thanks to Rebecca for asking me this one some months ago.)
For me it would be mostly about hair, maybe. I had a friend who by about age 15 could grow a full beard and mustache in just a few weeks. With the result that he could fiddle his appearance endlessly — a pencil-thin mustache one week, and nearly a full cossack in a month. I have more of a classic Scottish/Southerner beard that takes forever to grow and leaves bare patches on my cheeks. And unlike the rest of my hair it’s nearly red! On the other hand he now might wish he had my head hair. I also wish I had either less body hair or else softer and less prickly.
Stepping only slightly further away from gender I’d love it if I’d been less ferociously asthmatic as a kid — skinny boys with sunken chests who can neither run nor roughhouse are tailor made for bullying and gendered taunts. But then I might not be as impatient with that as I’ve turned out to be.
#2 If you could either a) be born in the body of the other sex, with your same gender identity, or b) be born in this body, but be someone who never had gender dysphoria, which would you choose? Why?
It’s sort of cheating since I don’t have gender dysphoria, but B. I suspect if I was born in the body of the other sex, with the same gender identity I have now, I’d spend as much time grappling with these issues as Bond does.
#3 If you could either a) change yourself to have the body of the other sex or b) change the world so you’d be accepted unconditionally as your gender without changing your body, which would you choose? Why?
I think this is a $64,000 question. Also a possibly real-world relevant one. I’ve heard from several sources, each with differing degrees of sympathy for trans issues, that cultural climate seems to have a very strong influence on people’s sense of identity and dysphoria, one that ties in quite a lot with corresponding levels of tolerance vs transphobia and homophobia. And so before I’d ask individuals to undergo the (at present) considerable hassle of surgical and medicinal transition I’d want to do what I could to make present society (including the affected individuals themselves) more comfortable with the ambiguity that seems to be part of ordinary human nature. So my strong preference would be B. (Not that my preference counts for a whole lot — I’m not conflicted about my identity. But then for
#4 If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
In the dimension of male gender stereotype I wish my vocal range could be a little deeper. In the dimension of female gender stereotype I wish I was more physically flexible and that I had a better sense of smell. I also dearly wish I could (still) hear higher frequencies — traditionally high-register hearing loss is a masculine trait but in my case I think it has a lot more to do with rock and roll in my youth.
#5 What would your gender identity be if you’d been born as the other sex? How masculine or feminine would you be? (This comes from an old one for when one is questioning her sexual orientation: What would your sexual orientation be if you were the other sex?)
I gotta say if I had been born as the other sex my brain says I’d probably identify as female, assuming I was as cis-bodied then as I am now. My hindbrain says I’d identify as I am now. Which happens to be male. As for how feminine or masculine, I imagine if I was born female I’d still be pretty dour about gender constructions and work towards the middle. As for orientation since I’m straight now I assume I’d be straight then as well. Which is intellectually easy to imagine but conceptually difficult.
#6 When given the opportunity to construct a persona, such as online, in writing, or in video games, what gender do you make yourself, and why?
When I’ve constructed online personalities I’ve always constructed male ones. I think maybe because of my introverted, couldabeen Aspergers-y personality most of my constructed personalities (including attempts at dialogue in ordinary fiction) come out sounding exactly like me.
#7 Jewish tradition teaches that each person has three names: the name she is given at birth, the name she is called, and her real name. What is your real name?
Interesting question. In a lot of ways my real name could almost be figleaf! I spend an awful lot of time in my head and I write best when I’m pouring my thoughts out with as little editing as possible. I vastly prefer to be called David in person, however. :-)
#8 What gender were you in your past life?
What sex is easy: Intuition (the only possible way to answer something like this) says I’ve always been male. What gender? That would depend on the culture and language I was born into.
#9 What questions have helped you understand your gender issues? What questions would you ask someone struggling with hers? Feel free to share answers [with Bond], too.

Photo “Blue bells or something” by Flickr user leff. Used under a Creative Commons license.
Em & Lo have a year-end post titled “Top 10 Things We Learned from EMandLO.com Commenters in ‘09.” One of the items on their list was “Blue Balls Exist.”
Turns out I left a comment about it there that, in retrospect, is good enough — and first-person enough, to repost a minimally-edited version here.
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I didn’t start getting them till pretty late in life. It’s a deep ache, not so much in the testicles as higher up. It sounds like it’s different for different men but for me just being aroused for a long time isn’t enough to trigger it. It also has to have been a pretty long time (maybe a week or longer) since my last ejaculation too. Since that doesn’t happen very often blue balls don’t happen to me very often either. I mean, even without frequent partnered sex you can still have frequent masturbation.
And speaking of which, I’ve got a feeling that as masturbation has lost most of its stigma blue balls has probably become a lot less frequent in the general population. And if nothing else, its certainly painful enough, and the “preventative medicine” is pleasant enough and harmless enough, that it shouldn’t have to be terribly common either.
I agree with some of the other men [who commented at Em & Lo’s] that ejaculation once you’ve got blue balls isn’t entirely pleasant. The orgasm’s nice but the achy cramps in (what seems to me like) the epididymis and vas deferens knocks out a lot of the enjoyment. But! The nice thing? If it’s been that long since my last orgasm it’s pretty easy to get aroused again. And the next orgasm feels just fine.
All that said, I disagree completely with anyone who suggests that “taking care” of blue balls anyone’s responsibility but one’s own. It’s usually up to you to go that long without ejaculating, it’s easy (and often surprisingly quick) to deal with, and if you’ve had them once you can recognize the warning signs soon enough to call things off before it really gets bad.
So. Sample script you can try out: “I’m really enjoying this but if we keep it up I’m going to get blue balls. I’d like to keep going if you’d feel comfortable helping me have an orgasm. But otherwise I want to stop.” And, incidentally, by making it a choice for your partner instead of an obligation she (assuming your partner’s a woman) may be a lot more interested in continuing than she might otherwise have been.
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Note: further down in their comments a number of women mention that they get distinct and painful aching after prolonged arousal. I’m betting they’re not the only ones. Yet more evidence that men and women have more in common than Mars/Venus ideology would have us believe.
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Feel free to chime in with your experiences with “blue balls,” whether you have actual balls or not.
You know that story that as embryos we all start out as female, with just a couple of genes on the male Y chromosome responsible for modifications that make male embryos develop into actual men?
A classic example might be Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome, a genetic condition that prevents or inhibits the expression of male sex hormones in XY-chromosome cells. People with AIS often have externally-indistinguishable female genitals and develop breasts at puberty but have no uterus, fallopian tubes or cervix and may have no upper vagina.
This and other similar intersex syndromes are responsible for the conclusion that genetically and developmentally speaking men are just special-case women.
I’m not sure why that’s supposed to matter but it gets buzzed about a lot.
Turns out that while the basic outline of the story remains approximately correct it’s… more complicated than that.
Richard Alleyne, Science Correspondent at The Telegraph
Researchers have found that the body is in a constant fight to remain either female or male and the suppression of just one gene could cause it to “flip” from one to the other.
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In mammals, males have XY chromosomes and females XX. The new research shows that another gene is responsible for switching women into men.
If the FOXL2 is switched on then the body grows ovaries, switched off and they are replaced by testicles.
But what really surprised the researchers is that the process continues after birth and the body remains in a constant tussle to either switch on or off the gene – even in adulthood.
Hard core gender essentialists might find this frustrating. Men aren’t just women with an X-degenerate Y chromosome. Women aren’t “pure” humans. On the other hand male embryos don’t actively make ourselves men, nor do female embryos passively default into women. Instead, at the genetic level anyway, we all take active steps to differentiate, switching on some genes and switching off others, in order to become who we are.
(Via Joanna Cake, Violet Blue, and others.)
Lynn Gazis-Sax of Noli Irritare Leones humanizes an almost routine stereotyped profession.
In the meantime, can I just say, for the record, that I know at least one woman who was once a beautiful, young, skinny, outgoing, extremely blonde and blue-eyed cocktail waitress (since moved on to other things), and that, both then and now, she’s one of the most ethical people I know. So, everyone out there who’s now suggesting that “cocktail waitress” is a synonym for “skank,” can you cut it out, and instead save your criticism for skanky behavior in men and women alike regardless of their jobs and appearance?
Well said.
Oh, and while I’m on the theme, the other day Matthew Yglesias draws a hard-to-miss X across an even more routine gendered epithet.
...the term is a pure contentless gender-slur. It’s like you’re saying “I disagree with what you’re doing and also you’re a woman which is a bad thing to be!!!!!!!!”
Worth looking at.
The author known as James Chartrand of Copyblogger explains why it’s still not a “post-feminist” world.
You know me as James Chartrand of Men with Pens, a regular Copyblogger contributor for just shy of two years.
And yet, I’m a woman.
This is not a joke or an angle or an analogy — I’m literally a woman.
This is my story.
James was out of work, with two young children, out of savings, out of luck. She began doing freelance copywriting and struggled her ass off. Then something happened.
One day, I tossed out a pen name, because I didn’t want to be associated with my current business, the one that was still struggling to grow. I picked a name that sounded to me like it might convey a good business image. Like it might command respect.
My life changed that dayInstantly, jobs became easier to get.
There was no haggling. There were compliments, there was respect. Clients hired me quickly, and when they received their work, they liked it just as quickly. There were fewer requests for revisions — often none at all.
Customer satisfaction shot through the roof. So did my pay rate.
And I was thankful. I finally stopped worrying about how I would feed my girls. We were warm. Well-fed. Safe. No one at school would ever tease my kids about being poor.
I was still bringing in work with the other business, the one I ran under my real name. I was still marketing it. I was still applying for jobs — sometimes for the same jobs that I applied for using my pen name.
I landed clients and got work under both names. But it was much easier to do when I used my pen name.
Understand, I hadn’t advertised more effectively or used social media — I hadn’t figured that part out yet. I was applying in the same places. I was using the same methods. Even the work was the same.
In fact, everything was the same.
Except for the name.
The blog she started as James, Men with Pens, is a well-respected resource for professional bloggers.
Pretty wild when you think about it. Discouraging too.
She doesn’t mention it but my peripheral experience in the publishing world makes me pretty confident the new work wasn’t all coming in from men who preferred to hire (what they believed to be) male writers.
This isn’t the only time we’ve seen this sort of discrimination based on name only. It’s a fairly common academic and investigative-journalist exercise to pair individuals who are evenly matched except for, say, age, sex, or race, and send them out to apply for work. I’m pretty sure there’s even a study demonstrating that academics are likely to rank submitted papers more favorably when everything else is identical except for a single letter change in the purported author’s first name — e.g. a submission will get a higher rating just by substituting the single letter “a” for “h” in the name “Joan Smith” to make it “John Smith.”
But that’s all fairly academic. James Chartrand’s story is real as houses.
Something to think about next time you imagine there’s nothing left to be done because everything’s already just hunky-dory.
[See also Blue Gal’s take on assumptions about gender and pen names. —fl]
Summary: An inquiry into gendered assumptions about nutrition and “manliness.”
Amanda Marcotte of Pandagon notes a conservative columnist, Debbie Schlussel, has taken up a banner raised by some actor, Jeremy Piven, who claims drinking a bunch of soy milk gave him “man boobs.” Soy being some kind proxy for liberalism or something, Schlussel tried to make some kind of ‘winger crusade out of it. Amanda took issue with the entire premise, pointing out that from photos it looks a lot like Piven’s just put on a little weight. Her conclusion?
...my theory on why Thanksgiving seemed like such a good idea for pushing the “anxious masculinity” button in conservative readers was this: after watching endless hours of strong, athletic men throw a ball around while unimaginably huge throngs of people cheer for them, a lot of dudes with masculinity issues start to feel a little insecure, and need a mean-spirited blonde to buck them up by telling them they don’t have “man boobs”, though I’m fairly certain many to most of them do. Because men put weight on there. It’s just a fact of life.
I mention this in part because Amanda’s point is grounded in entirely prosaic reality. But also because it nicely consolidates a curmudgeonly notion I was mulling over last night while doing some post-holiday cleanup.
Human beings, at least modern/civilized ones have a tendency to just worry endlessly about dumb stuff. I don’t know why but we do. My epiphany last night was that maybe men don’t have to worry about nutrition and diet so much because we keep ourselves too busy worrying about masculinity instead.
Given that humans are able to survive and thrive in more environments than even seagulls, rats, or roaches it doesn’t seem likely that there would really be such a thing as an ideal or optimum diet. Or that, even if there was it would be so fragile that failing to check the pH of your food or accidentally cooking something, or getting starch in it, or maybe getting meat in it will kill us dead, dead, dead.
Similarly, given that humans have managed reproduced in virtually every conceivable environment from salt deserts to arctic ice it seems extraordinarily unlikely that there’s such a thing as ideal or optimum “manliness.” Or that, even if there was it would be so fragile that supporting a losing team, or washing a dish, or drinking the wrong yeast poop, or touching your wife’s purse, or, I guess, drinking a soy latte could “unman” you.
Anyway, it’s a mistaken assumption in macho culture that worrying about diet or nutrition is an innate characteristic of women. Instead it’s a consequence of the absence of worrying about manliness… in the face of human being’s need to worry needlessly.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. At least till I get my blood sugar back up.
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Note to Jeremy Piven and Debbie Schlussel: One imagines Rush Limbaugh doesn’t even put soy sauce on his steaks, let alone eat drink soy milk or eat tofu. He nevertheless has “man boobs” the size of watermelons. Discuss.
Summary: The title says it all.
The question for the Wise Guys feature this week at Em & Lo seems like a pretty straightforward gender-cliché-confirming opportunity to, well, confirm a cliché!
Does every guy see a woman and immediately assess whether or not he’d want to have sex with her?
See the rest of the question, answers, and reader comments here.
And sure enough, the two straight guys (one married, one single) confirm the stereotype: yes, they assess whether or not they’d like to have sex with her.
Then more generously but perhaps nearly as male-cliché, the gay single guy said “Every human creature that falls within your sexuality spectrum is instantly sized up as a potential slap-and-tickle.”
Where it gets fun, though, is in the comments:
- Chelsea B Says: I feel the same way as a woman though. Almost every time I see a remotely attractive man, I asses his “bangability.” I am in a long term relationship as well. I feel like it is in human nature, not just men. Maybe I’m completely wrong, but I don;t think so
- Elea Says: Same here! Human nature.
- Jen Says: I guess my only difference is I almost never would want to do them :p Not that I don’t question it. And I have to ‘like’ a specific guy (or say, be dating him) to want to add him to the, er, show.
- Dannie Says: Totally human nature. I think the range may vary from time to time–obviously, people with asexuality probably wouldn’t have this thought process as often, but anyone with any interest with sex most certainly will have sexual thoughts on their gender of attraction. Sometimes, though, it’s not even about the sexual fantasy; it’s just…people using their imaginations in the way that sexual creatures do.
- Michael Says: For me, the woman doesn’t really have to be attractive–it’s just about curiosity. I’ll be watching the news, and the anchorwoman is perhaps just somewhat attractive, and I’ll think, “I wonder what she looks like having an orgasm.”
- Rei Says: Women totally have these same fantasies as well as men!!! Any attractive man I see I wonder how big he is between his legs, and how he’d make love/sex. I’m married to a great man, but as humans, everyone has fantasies, and fantasize about someone not their sig other. It happens. But, you shouldn’t always think about the bus boy/or waitress, every time your man/woman is pleasuring you!
- Emi_ Says: I never used to because I thought it was wrong to think about another guy while in a relationship. But luckily I don’t guilt myself over it anymore. And although sometimes I do think about cute guys other than my boyfriend, I wouldn’t actually do anything.
- Madamoiselle L Says: The Wise Guys actually made me laugh out loud. “A walk in part in some fantasy.” “Jessica Rabbit.” “We’d never leave the house.”
I remember in college playing “Would you fuck that guy?” (Quietly!) while sitting on the Quad with other women or gay friends (never played it with straight guys, though, you KNOW they’d ask.. ...Hell, the gay guys would ask, “Say I was straight, or really really drunk, would you….) The answered about the men walking by ranged from “Ew!” to “Hell yeah!” to “Maybe I could, if he was nice.” “Maybe I could, if he lost that perm.” (Some of the girls needed some Trust Fund or other financial incentive included, not kidding.) We were young, dumb and full of…...energy then.
My Man does this, during movies or TV shows (he does it during the news” “What about him? Is he hot? If I were a chick, I’d think he was hot.” (He doesn’t get my obsession with House…..my Man looks just like him.) However, I DON’T ask him. But, he tells me anyway. :) Not bragging, but the closer a woman’s look is to mine, the more likely he is to want her, no matter what her age. (although tall blondes, which I am surely not, wouldn’t be said “no” to in this game…) I’m more picky than he is, that’s for sure.
In nature,(animals) the female usually does the choosing, while the male takes whatever comes along and is reasonably healthy looking. Makes sense.
Yeah, yeah, the answers in comments have too much sample-selection bias, self-selection bias, and all that to have much statistical relevance. But anecdotally it’s very nice confirmation of, well, confirmation bias: if you only asked men you’d confirm a cliché about men. If you ask everybody though… and you learn something much more interesting.
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Speaking for myself I don’t know if it’s because I’m older, or that I’ve grown more confident, or that I no longer believe in heterosexual sexual scarcity and the whole rest of the no-sex class indoctrination men give themselves, but I can’t say I immediately assess someone for sexual compatibility. Eventually, maybe, and probably sooner than I start guessing about, say, their computer savvy. But probably after I assess them for, say, political/philosophical compatibility. Which, now that I think about it, is sort of the same thing.