By Allie MarkowitzPLAY Columnist
If maturity was measured on a scale of 1 to 10, I’d definitely hover at the 3.7 range. I giggle when squeezy bottles make fart sounds, I can’t say “testes” with a straight face and I’d certainly rather sit in a rec room basement finger painting unrecognizable pictures of my family than pretend to be actively engaged in discussion session.
So this whole vagina thing is really getting to me. What vagina thing, you ask? Well, look down at the flyers on the ground boldy displaying the word VAGINA. Look at the girls –
