I received this cunning little sketch last week, and it has been sitting on my bedside table while I decide its fate. To scrapbook, or not to scrapbook? To consign to the bottom of the dustbin, or to frame and display in the front hallway? To deconstruct as artifact of postmodern motherhood, or to roll eyes at and discard?
A fistful of Smarties to anyone who can tell me what it is, or at least make some outrageously funny suggestion so that I can appropriate the narrative of this sketch and reframe it into something that won’t keep me awake at night. Which, yes, is a hint.
(It’s two sketches, actually. The scribble below the fold is a separate image, scrawled with a flourish to underscore a point about the main image, above the fold.)
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Well, I’m not sure why you’re so sure it’s NOT a reindeer in the fog,
but if you’re sure,
then the only other thing it could be is an extremely foreshortened worm’s-eye view of a used tampon,
with a clot hanging from the string and a drip on the floor.
I kinda preferred the reindeer.
Okay, Roo? THAT scarred me for life.
ml – we call that a nifkin!
Yeah, as someone with mangled lady bits once myself, I sure thought of that as soon as I saw the picture. Although that damage doesn’t look too bad. Yet.
Clenching my legs tightly together in sympathy over here.
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