Perhaps you can tell me how, in less than two minutes, a conversation about the freakiness of platypuses progresses to a discussion about how societies tend to sexualize certain body parts.
Was it the discovery that platypuses don’t have nipples? Or the venomous death spike they have on their feet that reminded me of that one time I was running around naked in my yard and got stung by a bee?
And how is it that my husband can follow and contribute to such conversations like it’s completely normal?
It’s comforting to know that there are other weirdos like me out there, and I picked one as a mate.