Pelvic Educators

One more cold shower, a taste for murder and two bloody legs later, here I am. Back to talk about Pelvic Educators.

I'm reading a fascinating nonfiction book called Stiff. Get your collective dirty minds out of the gutter, it's about dead bodies. Specifically, the history and practice of using cadavers for medical education purposes. How one can accomplish writing that is both respectful of the dead and funny is beyond me, but Mary Roach pulls it off.

So far in my reading, there's been discussion about the not-so-ethical ways doctors have gotten practice over time. Apparently, for quite a while, gynecological practice was done on unconscious women getting surgery for other ailments. You know, they'd just let a few residents come on up and poke around. Nice, right? Well, that practice was obviously stopped, but gynos still needed to practice. Here comes the shocker (well, it shocked me). There are women called "Pelvic Educators," who are basically professional vaginas. They show up, hoist their feet up in the stirrups and let would-be gynecologists go to town. Oh. My. God.

I am in awe of these Pelvic Educators. I cannot think of a more horrible profession. I start dreading a trip to the gynecologist days before it's even scheduled to happen. The indignity of the stirrups. The various implements. Too many fingers than my vagina comfortably holds. These are not things I would do were it not necessary to my reproductive health.

Who are these women? I did a quick Google search but didn't really come up with anything. They are not listed on Salary.com. I'm dying to know everything about this position. Not because I want it, mind you, but because I'm fascinated.

Something else that I never thought of before reading this book. Those of you that have signed away your organs (myself included)…have you ever thought that you might be used for nose job practice? Face lifts? Botox? Because you might be.