All things Fanny
March 29th 2008 09:54
Fanny, oh fanny, wherefore art thou fanny?????
So bemoaned the writer in my favourite tree hugging, terrrorist loving, communist newspaper (Melbourne’s The Age) a few weeks ago.
It was true.
No-one was naming their daughters Fanny any more.
They were all being named after fruit following a stroll at the shops (g’day Peaches and Apple) or flowers after finding inspiration in the garden (howdy Bluebell) or just a rather, er....unusual name after a heavy bong session (hi moon unit!!) which kinda leaves your bingo playing, eighty not out Anglo Celtic ladies called Fanny somewhat out in cold.
The only other corner Fanny may be found is if you flip through some Enid Blyton novels, the famous author who so lovingly bestowed upon us characters such as Aunt Fanny and titles such as Fanny-find-a-way.
Do forgive me for my rabid devouring of her books - the misogynist and slightly xenophobic themes passed over my eleven year old cherubic head, I swear.
Below is a "shoulder fanny" selling online somewhere in the great land of America:
Not to your taste?
Doesn’t float your boat?
Perhaps you’d prefer the "mini fanny pack".
Then a friend who owns horses told me the story of a peculiar phenomenom that is "fanny-winking", a term used for when a mare is in heat and she, er...opens and closes her vulva which, at the time, this particular mare they just got was indulging in...
"What is she bloody doing?" asked her flabberghasted fiancee.
"Leave her alone, she’s just excited with all the new company she has" she told him.
"Bloody hell, I wish you girls did that, then we’d know if you were a sure thing or not" he muttered.
Indeed......
So bemoaned the writer in my favourite tree hugging, terrrorist loving, communist newspaper (Melbourne’s The Age) a few weeks ago.
It was true.
No-one was naming their daughters Fanny any more.
They were all being named after fruit following a stroll at the shops (g’day Peaches and Apple) or flowers after finding inspiration in the garden (howdy Bluebell) or just a rather, er....unusual name after a heavy bong session (hi moon unit!!) which kinda leaves your bingo playing, eighty not out Anglo Celtic ladies called Fanny somewhat out in cold.
The only other corner Fanny may be found is if you flip through some Enid Blyton novels, the famous author who so lovingly bestowed upon us characters such as Aunt Fanny and titles such as Fanny-find-a-way.
Do forgive me for my rabid devouring of her books - the misogynist and slightly xenophobic themes passed over my eleven year old cherubic head, I swear.
Below is a "shoulder fanny" selling online somewhere in the great land of America:
Not to your taste?
Doesn’t float your boat?
Perhaps you’d prefer the "mini fanny pack".
Then a friend who owns horses told me the story of a peculiar phenomenom that is "fanny-winking", a term used for when a mare is in heat and she, er...opens and closes her vulva which, at the time, this particular mare they just got was indulging in...
"What is she bloody doing?" asked her flabberghasted fiancee.
"Leave her alone, she’s just excited with all the new company she has" she told him.
"Bloody hell, I wish you girls did that, then we’d know if you were a sure thing or not" he muttered.
Indeed......
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Comment by RubySoho
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Um, I'd say a girl willingly lying naked in front of you is a pretty good indicator that she is a "sure thing", with or without a winking fanny.
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Comment by Anna Kovacevic
So who are you anyway?
*makes mental note to visit*