I'm filing this one under "dating/sex," because we can dream, can't we?

It was about four days ago that someone turned me on to Hazel Jones, the woman with two vaginas. Initially, I had only read about her, not seen a picture, so while I wasn't exactly sure where I shook out on the whole "Is having two vaginas a good thing or a bad thing?" I was confident that it would be rendered moot when I laid eyes on this woman and confirmed my assumption that she weighed like 400 pounds or had 19 kids coming out of both vaginas or something.

Not the case with Hazel Jones. She's verry attractive (not quite "hot," but "pretty"), British, and young. She is enjoying this "gift," visiting fetish clubs with her husband, showing it to curious women, and even posing nude in the aptly-named magazine Bizarre. Hmm. She may be enjoying her "gift" a little too much. Maybe if she dials it down a little. I have to say, it's a lot easier to deal with if you find out that she's demure about the whole "two vaginas" thing than if she's screaming from the rooftop that she has two vaginas. 

Maybe she's just embracing her specialness? In which case, far be it for me to tell her how to live her life. As for if I find the dueling vaginas to be an asset or a liability, I'll have to wait until I get my hands on some photographs before I can really say for sure. 

In the meantime, Hazel: Congratulations?