For readers with small children in the area, this post contains words and pictures which acknowledge the existence of sexual organs, so you might want to make the print really, really small.
The red-haired girl has a job for a few months now. Up to three times a week you can find her at a local pharmacy picking up prescriptions for delivery to customers in the broader neighbourhood. She gets eight bucks an hour plus tips, which sometimes can be substantial. I call her our drug-runner.
Yesterday she came home with a package I’m still puzzling over. Take a look at this:
What do you first think of when you see a chocoate bar named Vaginetten? I know what I think. Ewwwwww……
Especially when the translation of that fine print at lower left sinks in:
White Chocolate, tenderly melting like Vagisan’s Cremolum Myko Kombi.
Uh, now I get it. The creamy-white anti-yeast-infection cream suppositories 
they’re pushing melt in your hoo-ha just as smoothly as this creamy white chocolate melts in your mouth.
Only people who graduated in the bottom half of their marketing class could have come up with this. Seriously, what were they thinking?
“I know! We’ll package up white chocolate bars to give away at pharmacies. People will pick them up and wonder who could be dumb enough to market vaginal cream with white chocolate, they’ll take it home, take a photo and throw it up on social media. Voilà! Free advertising!”
They’re not so stupid after all.
The banner photograph shows the town of Britannia Beach, BC, Canada, where I grew up. It's home. But I don't live there anymore.
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