Yes, I use a washcloth. In fact, I’m a washcloth scrubber. (Be careful where you scrub though, apparently you can scrub natural bacteria right off your vajayjay and cause an infection. I read that somewhere. I know it’s tempting but refrain.) Anyway, doesn’t everyone scrub with a washcloth? Apparently…not.
I recently had a conversation with some friends about washing with a washcloth (yes, I know…very compelling) and I was completely shocked to find that, according to them, it’s rare to wash with one. Well, in my circle anyway. Dirty, dirty circle.
Just a bar of soap and their hands work fine for them. Huh. What about all those crevices? Those certain unmentionables that I don’t think I want my hands touching on a good day?
Well, “that’s what the soap is for,” they tell me. Ok, so I gave it a try. The only problem is, I got the overwhelming need to wash my soap…with a washcloth. Don’t get me wrong, I think I’m a pretty clean person. I mean, it’s not like I go out and sling mud or anything. It’s just that, well, we have….crevices. I mean, they call them wash cloths for a reason, right? It’s a cloth to WASH with, correct? Maybe I’m missing something.
I have to admit that I like my washcloth. I have a bit of a love affair with my washcloth (get your head out of the gutter). My washcloth as seen more…oh. Never mind. How about those Mets?