Scratching my head

WARNING: Adult content ahead. Kids, please stop reading now. (Yeah, I know, but I have to try.)

Two recent email messages have left me scratching my head with that "Huh? Really?" reaction I so often have when I read or see odd things.

The first, which Ticia sent, was a pointer to an article all about vajazzling, which, as the story explains, is "...exactly what it sounds like - bedazzling for your vajayjay." What troubles me about vajazzling is not the practice itself but rather the questions it raises.

For example, what is the proper reaction upon first seeing it? Some obvious candidates include

Wow, your vajayjay is sparkly.
Pretty! May I play with it?
I love your disco ball; are we going dancing?
Did that hurt?
Now I'm going to feel bad showing you my plain old man bush.
I've never seen one of those before.

The possibilities for saying the wrong thing are endless.

The fate of those rhinestones also has to concern everyone involved. Key issues here include

What if they find their way inside?
Can you chip a tooth or cut your tongue on them?
If the vajazzling extends below the curve, might you cut something more sensitive on them?

One cannot help but consider these issues. (Okay, maybe you can help it, but I can't.)

The second message that left me scratching my head came from John, who sent me this link. If all you see are women with guns, look closer. I'll wait.

Yes, it's him: Mr. Creepy Cone has gotten a fresh coat of paint and turned up in a shop serving women with large guns. Again, the questions are what bother me. For example,

is it really a good idea to let MCC near weapons--or people with weapons near MCC?
What is that thing he's holding? I realize it's probably a blackboard for specials, but it could easily be a club.
Is MCC looking at the gun on the woman in the red top, or at her ass?

The world is a very strange place indeed.