I lived for some years in Belgium and 'beer for her' was whatever beer she happened to fancy. It's much the same here in the UK but what do I know? I don't drink alcohol. :o)
A couple years back, ResMed had a campaign that purported to address a woman's special needs in regard to CPAP. As a sleep tech, a person with sleep apnea, and a woman, I read the brochure with interest. Turns out, my special need is ... pink. That's right, I can get a CPAP machine in pink! I'm so...yeah.
That was _exactly_ how I felt. I was really curious about what kind of gendered issues sleep apnea might present. Pink. Fucking pink.
When I was first diagnosed with sleep apnea, more than 20 years ago, the doctor gave me a brochure to help me understand women's special issues with sleep apnea. The gist was a) it might muss my hair and b) I might have to talk to my bed partner about whether or not we were having sex before I put on my mask. Because, really, when faced with a life-threatening disease, my primary concern is my sex appeal. When I read the brochure, my eyes rolled right out of my head, onto the floor, and became cat toys. Much later, one of my lovers and I used to call my CPAP my Mask of Sexual Invulnerability.
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I lived for some years in Belgium and 'beer for her' was whatever beer she happened to fancy. It's much the same here in the UK but what do I know? I don't drink alcohol. :o)
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What colour is Alice's dress?
You got it!
The Victorians thought pink WAY too strong a colour for girls...........
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When I was first diagnosed with sleep apnea, more than 20 years ago, the doctor gave me a brochure to help me understand women's special issues with sleep apnea. The gist was a) it might muss my hair and b) I might have to talk to my bed partner about whether or not we were having sex before I put on my mask. Because, really, when faced with a life-threatening disease, my primary concern is my sex appeal. When I read the brochure, my eyes rolled right out of my head, onto the floor, and became cat toys. Much later, one of my lovers and I used to call my CPAP my Mask of Sexual Invulnerability.