PooterGeek

At medical school, I shared a corpse (whom we christened “Fatima”) with someone who is now a successful cardiologist. Like many of my other peers there, he is the offspring of a doctor. As you’d expect, he was pretty unsqueamish and unflappable, but dissecting hands freaked him out. The rest of a body might puff up and turn yellow, but even after death and prolonged soaking in preservative human hands are unmistakably and eerily just that: human.

Anyway, I didn’t stick around long enough to face with him the challenge of mapping out Fatima’s genitals so I found this BBC article interesting:

“The original anatomists weren’t interested in the clitoris. The penis was much more interesting.

“It was bigger and you didn’t have to wear your spectacles to see it.”