About girls
Like so many things in life, it started with a joke. Then came a piece of viral marketing. Followed by a dull thud as a sack of cultural truth plonked itself down in my consciousness. I'll start with the joke. It's about poo. During my Wise Hippo class on Saturday morning we talked about the processes of birth. This inevitably includes a quick discussion about why some women poo during the second stage of labour, and then, chronologically, about how the placenta is passed and
