A million crude jokes using the words “down” and “under” are flooding my brain. Not to mention references about “scrubbing the head.”
Seriously, though, isn’t a laugh riot that men could breathe that same toxic soup for decades without a single complaint, but the moment women step on board, suddenly we need a can of Fabreze ready to lighten up the aroma? How about one of those odor eaters in an outlet? At least spray the bathroom after using it. (My wife’s favorite complaint, by the way.) A nice floral decor would make everything better... at least until that special gal with those allergies to offensive odors comes on board.
Our descendents will find this era a gold mine for absurd humor.
I stipulate that women are sometimes physically as hardy if not hardier than men. But what is the point of mixing them with men if an all male crew can perform better. Should the NCAA make Duke add a woman to the mix?
TMI