At medical school, I shared a corpse (whom we christened “Fatima”) with someone who is now a successful cardiologist. Like many of my other peers there, he is the offspring of a doctor. As you’d expect, he was pretty unsqueamish and unflappable, but dissecting hands freaked him out. The rest of a body might puff up and turn yellow, but even after death and prolonged soaking in preservative human hands are unmistakably and eerily just that: human.
Anyway, I didn’t stick around long enough to face with him the challenge of mapping out Fatima’s genitals so I found this BBC article interesting:
“The original anatomists weren’t interested in the clitoris. The penis was much more interesting.
“It was bigger and you didn’t have to wear your spectacles to see it.”
Size obviously matters to anatomists…
Unbeatable opening sentence there, Damian. Jane Austen, eat your heart out.