I Don’t Want to Know About Your Vagina

When do the things we share breach the boundaries of informative and plummet into the realm of too much information? Was the strange girl in the public restroom simply being informative when she exited her stall while I was washing my hands, looked at me and exclaimed ”Ugh! I have another yeast infection.”?

Were countless strangers simply spreading information when they shared the most intimate details of their lives with me, ranging from the complete despair they feel over their mother’s recent diagnosis of cancer, to the gruesome details of what the genitalia of the last person they had sex with looked like?