I Like Polymer Butts And I Can Not Lie
Teenage Girl [to her mother]: Stop staring at his saggy butt!
reported by OI ______________________________________________________________________________________
Man [to himself]: They always got to put that butt on, don't they?
reported by OI ______________________________________________________________________________________
... Or You'll Go Blind.
Teenage Girl [to another teenage girl]: Ew, don't touch it!
reported by OI ______________________________________________________________________________________
It's What's for Dinner
Woman [staring at pectoral muscles]: Jesus. It looks like beef.
Vegan Woman: It's all the same thing.
reported by OI ______________________________________________________________________________________
No, your Honor - there were never any signs
Little boy [rushing to specimen]: I really really really really want to see this one.
reported by OI ______________________________________________________________________________________
Everything has to be a competition
Woman: This one's better hung than that one.
reported by LB ______________________________________________________________________________________
....among other disturbing, disrespectful things overheard.
Bodies ... The Exhibition at the South Street Seaport was a fascinating and sobering experience.
The Fascinating: 10 rooms - 3 far less air-conditioned than others - dedicated to the evolutionary symphony that is the human body. Adults, giggling teens, wide-eyed children - none weepy, all curious and asking questions their parents couldn't answer - crowded around the exhibits in wonder.
The Sobering: thoughts of "Who," "How," "When," "Where," and "Why". Particularly of "Who." Questions, I suppose, that plague any medical student.
The Fascinating: Especially interesting were the exhibits of the circulatory system - red and blue networks of veins, capillaries and nerves suspended in glass cases filled with plasma, corresponding to the shape of the body part from which they came. incredible. incredible, too, was the sight all of the people reaching out to touch the dissected bodies on display. there was even a booth at the end of the exhibit where people were allowed to handle preserved organs and body parts. Apparently, I am in the minority when it comes to feeling disgusted that anybody would want to touch these things. By the time we left the exhibit, my muscles were humming - though nearly two years separate me from the experience by now, i was a little affected by the various displays of vertebrae - attached still to bodies with red muscles flayed apart, resting silent in a glass case, cross sectioned so the spinal cord was visible, reminding me keenly of the delicate balance that so easily could have been tipped.
We left the building and stepped into the warm Sunday sunshine. I slung my trench over my arm - we discussed lunch. Throngs scurried around us - the smell of fish still lingering faintly across the street - and I suggested sitting by the lapping gray water for a bit. Muscles, capillaries, nerves, and veins still humming, I sat.
The Sobering/Appalling/Depressing/Guilt-causing: fascinating educational experience for onlookers or no ... what a way to end up.
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