A face to the name. . .

[annie]

I figured I would post a couple pictures to give everyone a face to the name. . .

[Triassic]

cute...you look like someone, sorta...bettie page? velma from scoobie doo? the bottom one is the best.

[Pony]

Well, I immediately thought of a recording artist that I really liked in the 90s, but couldn't remember her name. So, it took a while, but I figured it out. It's Lisa Loeb...you look like her, and she was the first chick that made me start really liking girls in glasses.

BTW Annie, I know I'm late, but welcome to the board and out of that damn closet!!!

[mrjefffurz]

when u first posted your introduction my first response was "oh, annie, dreamboat annie..."

glad u have joined our community... ;D

[southernman]

Nice pics, I kinda dig the piercings and the smart girl glasses, makes you look more sexy

[E]

Any reason you removed the Monroe?

[annie]

I have been getting Lisa Loeb forever! That is def the most common one. I am not sure if it is any real resemblance or if it is just that we are both chicks with glasses. Ha ha. I miss the monroe a lot:( It was my favorite, but I had to remove it b/c it was not considered "professional" and I had to take it out for my clinical rotations in school. I have gauged ears and my nose pierced but apparently those are professional b/c I was allowed to keep them without a problem haha.

[Pony]

No, look at the last pic of you, and compare it to Lisa's pic...very close call. That's a good thing, Lisa is hot, to me...I even downloaded some of her songs after posting her pic!! i hear Alice Cooper and Al Pachino all the time. Actually, last night I hear Pachino twice, but I think triassic started that a few weeks ago.

Interesting career you have, I always thought I'd made a good PT before I got hurt...uh, 'Pleasure Tony.' lol

[E]

Dec 5, 2008 20:25:10 GMT -5 annie said:

I have been getting Lisa Loeb forever! That is def the most common one. I am not sure if it is any real resemblance or if it is just that we are both chicks with glasses. Ha ha. I miss the monroe a lot:( It was my favorite, but I had to remove it b/c it was not considered "professional" and I had to take it out for my clinical rotations in school. I have gauged ears and my nose pierced but apparently those are professional b/c I was allowed to keep them without a problem haha.

My friend had one that just wouldn't heal and she had to remove it. She was crushed.

[Triassic]

ha! 'pleasure tony'...that's gotta be your new s/n, t; 'aaay alright ladies, i'm Pleasha Tony! fughedaboudit!'

[Ouch]

So going from the utter badassery of Cooper and Pacino, to the shark-jumping Fonz? I'd keep the Pacino thing going, if I were you, Tony

[Pony]

hahaha...you guys are killin me!! I was thinking 'Pleasure Toy' when everybody was coming up with all those PT-nomers, but hey, if I'd been a PT...oh well, maybe 'Pussy Therapist.' lol Then i could wear my smoking jacket to work!!!

[annie]

Dec 7, 2008 11:20:00 GMT -5 Pony said:

hahaha...you guys are killin me!! I was thinking 'Pleasure Toy' when everybody was coming up with all those PT-nomers, but hey, if I'd been a PT...oh well, maybe 'Pussy Therapist.' lol Then i could wear my smoking jacket to work!!!

HAHAHA
Now those are some all new meanings to "PT" that I have never thought of. The only one I ever joke about sometimes is calling myself a "Pretty Therapist", although I must say I like yours are much more creative, even though they are a little racy. I do have some dirty old men patients that refer to me as the dominatrix and the queen of pain though. You gotta love sexual harassment in the work place. Haha

[Pony]

You know, I got to 'thinkin'...what if there REALLY was a 'Pussy Therapist', and come to find out, there really were doctors that treated women's, uh, pussy, for what they called 'Hysteria.' I know it sounds crazy, but read the article...; ) Now I know I want to be a PT when I grow up!!!

From The Times
May 31, 2008
The history of vibrators

Vivienne Parry
From the moment that the steam-powered “Manipulator” appeared in Britain in 1870, the story of vibrators is every bit as thrilling as the devices themselves, reflecting science, medicine, design, technology and social history. I am this week giving a lecture at the Cheltenham Science Festival on the science and history of vibrators, and through my research I have come to realise that, above all, the vibrator story reflects men's changing attitudes towards women.

It starts hysterically with “womb furie”. Hippocrates thought the womb wasn't a fixed item but wandered about the body looking for trouble. At the moment of orgasm, it gripped the windpipe causing the breathless panting so familiar to watchers of When Harry Met Sally. From earliest times there was a recognised women's complaint characterised by nervousness, fluid retention, insomnia and lack of appetite. Hippocrates thought that a blockage in the womb was the cause of it, hence it was called hysteria from the Greek for womb (hysteros). Galen, a Greek physician, claimed it was caused by sexual deprivation, particularly in passionate women, and was noted in nuns, virgins, widows and occasionally in married women whose husbands were not up to the job.

Massage to “paroxysm” was the ticket. “Arising from the touch of the genital organs required by the treatment, there follows twitchings accompanied at the same time by pain and pleasure...from that time she is free of all the evil she felt,” proclaimed Galen.

The trouble was that doctors regarded this treatment as numbingly tedious. Bringing a woman to paroxysm by hand could, understandably, take for ever. It was a job that required stamina and not a little patience. And, significantly, because it took so long, it wasn't lucrative enough for doctors who needed to see many patients to achieve a reasonable income.

And masturbation (by either sex) was regarded as wrong. It was not only a moral affront but something that was thought of as constitutionally dangerous, enfeebling mind and body. “Women [with hysteria] should not resort to rubbing,” said Avicenna, the Muslim scholar and founder of early modern medicine. It was, he advised, “a man's job, suitable only for husbands and doctors”.

A vibrating sphere did the business

By the late 19th century spas had introduced water treatments to do the job more efficiently. A scary French pelvic douche from about 1860 involved what looks like a high-pressure fire hose, trained on the clitoris. It claimed to induce paroxysm in less than four minutes. If marriage wasn't delivering the goods, rickety trains, rocking chairs or horse riding were advised for nervous women as gynaecological Dyno-Rodding techniques. But if the 2.20 from Tooting failed to oblige, there was no option but recourse to a medical man. Given that many in the medical profession thought that as much as 75 per cent of the female population were “hysterical” and that it was a chronic disease which could be relieved but not cured, there was a pressing need for cheaper, less cumbersome devices. By the mid-1870s, steam power had been explored. “The Manipulator” was a table with a cut-out area for the woman's pelvis. A vibrating sphere driven by a steam engine then did the business. But like the hydrotherapies, it was not suitable for the doctor's treatment room. It was a niche market poised for exploitation.

The first British vibrator was manufactured by Weiss in the early 1880s and it had several interchangeable “vibratodes”. It was battery-driven, but as electrification swept the world, devices rapidly appeared that were powered by street current. They delivered vibrations at the rate of 1,000-7,000 pulses a minute. There was every sort of variation: portable, floor-standing and, oh joy, the wondrous Carpenter vibrator which hung from the ceiling, looking like a device familiar to those who visit Kwik Fit to have their tyres changed.

These devices were operated by doctors, which medicalised the process and made it entirely proper. But more importantly, the medical paradigm for millennia had been that women's sexual pleasure involves penetration. A bit of rubbing by a doctor was perfectly acceptable because it didn't involve putting anything in the vagina. In fact, there was far fiercer controversy when the speculum (a metal device that is put into the vagina to allow a clear view of the neck of the womb) was introduced. The other point that is often raised is why, if paroxysm was the sovereign cure for hysteria, women were not taught how to masturbate and cure themselves.

In the early 20th century, everything in the garden was rosy until electrification made vibrators available in the home. They were, incidentally, electrified ten years before either the washing machine or Hoover. The first home machines were awesomely large, with a big box attached to the mains. One imagines that they were also awesomely noisy. But then they were miniaturised (relatively speaking). Hand-cranked versions became available, which presumably must have been distressingly prone to running out of power long before satisfaction had been achieved.

With names like Dr Macaura's Blood Circulator or the fabulously titled Veedee Vibrator, these were common devices. The Science Museum has many. “People never expect that the Science Museum has over 40 examples of vibrators,” says Katie Maggs, its assistant curator of medicine. Indeed. The product leaflets of these machines claimed they cured not just hysteria but also deafness, polio and impotence. No doubt dropped arches, halitosis and dandruff were in there somewhere, too. These machines were advertised everywhere. Good Housekeeping ran a “tried and tested” on vibrators in 1909, claiming they brought a glow to the face.

From medicine to high street accessory

Once this “treatment” had escaped from the medical arena and was available for home use, doctors stopped using it. Moreover, although vibrators were still widely advertised before the First World War, the advent of silent films, some of which portrayed them being used sexually, discredited them. Vibrators then disappeared from view completely for the best part of 50 years, although they continued to be offered, labelled as “neck massagers” in catalogues.

By the 1980s, shops such as Ann Summers were offering devices in lurid flesh tones. They were largely designed for penetration and bought by men in back streets. How things have changed. Now the devices are smaller, all colours, largely designed for clitoral use and bought by women on the high street.

But look at the latest Ann Summers device, the iGasm. Its various ‘tickler' attachments make it look startlingly similar to something illustrated in the Army & Navy catalogue of 1905. There is nothing new in the world.

[BA]

Fantastic and fascinating Tony boy. How these threads just wander!