Over the hills and far away, Katie’s pendant comes to play!
Carla and Jenny agreed with me without even knowing they were doing so. Which is my favorite kind of agreeing with me. It allows me to sit back and pretend I thought of things first, and say, with an air of self-satisfaction, “Ah, yes. That is exactly what I already said, and now I see that everyone agrees with me.” Y’all should try it. But I really was feeling the tourmaline pendant was very Teletubby, very Dipsy-esque. That’s exactly what I thought it looked like. I promise. Seriously. No, really.
Before I posted about the pendant, I told the boys I thought it looked like a Teletubby. Having said that, of course they saw the resemblance, and so I stopped offering that idea up for consideration; I wanted to see if anyone else saw the similarity without prompting.
As I spoke to my friends throughout the day, I asked if they would take a look and tell me what they thought.
“Why,” they all asked, ” you’re not sure if you like it?”
“I like it, ” I’d say, “but once I shot it and looked at the images….well, now it reminds me of something else, and I can’t get it out of my head. Go look?”
“Ooooh,” they’d say, as if my concern was one common to me, “does it look phallic?”
No, it doesn’t look phallic. I don’t make phallic jewelry! At least not under my real name. I use my Mom’s.
On Friday night I took the pendant with me to Riley’s soccer practice. Here, none of my soccer-parent friends mentioned phalluses before seeing it. Only afterwards.
“If you take off the granules,” Bob said, “then it would look just like a penis!”
Another parent added, helpfully, “And if you put another tourmaline up top it would really look like…… that.”
The adults snickered like twelve year olds, and looked at me with a mixture of admiration and amusement: here is a woman obsessed with sex.
My friends, every single one of them married or living with long-time partners, seem to have penis on the brain; seem to think that I, as the only single one among them, must be oversexed and overly focused upon penises. And as they point their penis-pointing fingers at me, I think we all need to ask ourselves, “Who owns this problem?”