airing dirty laundry in public...

so after what i said about teachers last night, we had one today, on a morning far, far too cold, who didn't ignore the importance of fight call, but who was overly chatty, and seemed to delight in showing off her students to us. i think she thought we were there for her as much as for them.
anyway, shakespeare aside, what really prompted this post was an email from alyincali that reminded me of something that always bothered me in college and apartments i lived in between my parents' house and this one: what is it about dirty laundry that makes some people desperate enough to handle a complete stranger's underwear? i've never pulled another person's clothing out of a washer or dryer so i could get mine in faster, because i'm not touching other people's laundry. and quite frankly, when somebody else had done that with mine, i was tempted to re-wash the whole load- i don't trust that any stranger's hands are clean enough to meet my standards, or that their laundry is either, so i consider any underwear, unless it's mine and i washed it myself, dirty. there should be no question. and once somebody i don't know touches my panties, they're officially dirty again. call me paranoid, but my vagina's important to me. i try to take good care of her and keep her clean...
alright. now i've said the word vagina. i think i should go.
walk good. keep your hair curly and your panties clean, man.