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Now, for something completely different…
Here’s a fun topic. Bizzare maybe. There are numerous places on your body that have names and possibly functions that you may not be aware of. Or care about. Let me help with that.
The philtrum, for example, is that cute little groove below your nose and above your lip. Other than being a downspout for your runny nose and a thing a man has to learn how to shave around, I think it has no function—but a face just doesn’t look complete without it. Where the philtrum meets the mouth and makes a lovely little curve of the upper lip, that’s called Cupid’s Bow. I knew a guy who didn’t have one of those, and it seemed like his mouth could be turned upside down and it wouldn’t make any difference.
The purlicue is the webbed gap between your thumb and index finger, evidence of our genetic relationship to platypuses. The popliteal fossa is the back of the knee, which I am often aware of, as it is a reachable place for scratching my eczema. And the tragus is the cartilage flap in front of the ear—It really should function as an automatic trap door, but it doesn’t. Not on my ears, at least.
The uvula is the hangy doodle in the back of your mouth. It seems like a comical little blob, but it is essential for swallowing, sneezing, coughing and speech. Long ago I had an ENT doctor offer to trim it for me as a way to treat snoring and sleep apnea. But after I read the cautions with the procedure, I decided to take a pass on the procedure. It seems the uvula is important for being able to swallow liquid without it erupting out the nose, and for pronouncing certain consonants. “Heyyo, my name is Rommerh Sihhes?”
A bony bump on the back of your skull may or may not be where the bully whacked you with his bat in the sixth grade. More likely it’s the occipital protuberance where neck muscles attach to your head. Sounds significant. Imagine how your head flops around without that little knob.
Eyebrows are a vestige of our most prehistoric ancestors’ furry faces. Funny little awnings for our eyes, I suppose. They may seem like mere decorations, but try shaving them off and see if anyone knows who you are anymore. Experiments with airbrushed photographs proved that eyebrows are more important to our facial recognition than almost any other feature. And consider how important they are to communication, showing anger, skepticism, surprise, or worry.
Finally, I get to that little nook of your body, the crotch area between the genitals and anus, called the perineum. You probably never think about it except when you have just given birth, gotten off your first long ride on a bike or horseback, or are having a bout with some kind of fungus. I think acrobatic sexual intercourse can also lead to acute awareness of one’s perineum. Or so I’m told.
Unlike its adjacent fore and aft parts which have proper names and scads of nicknames that everyone discusses constantly, the perineum is one that’s easy to ignore, sort of like the vacant lot between two lovely houses.
When I was a little boy, I did what most everyone does, I checked out my naked body in the mirror. I could see a little crease or ridge down there. “Mom, it looks like I have a seam here. Did I get stiches?”
“Yes, Bobby, that’s where they put in the plushy stuffing when sewing your two halves together.” She held up my teddy bear. “See, just like on Mr. Cuddles.” Mom was so good at explaining things like that.
Thankfully, I am not experiencing any perineum issues at the moment; that’s not why I bring it up, and apologies in advance for making light of it for anyone who is actually having a perineum issue. I’m sure this not an amusing essay for you. I was just thinking about all the unknown and unloved parts of the body and how it is time to know and love them. The perineum stands out as a prime example.
Michaelangelo brilliantly sculpted the earlobes, bulging veins and knitted brow of the human form in marble, but how much time did he spend carving David’s perineum? Actually, I don’t know the answer to that, having never looked closely at that part of the statue. Next time I’m in Florence, I’ll have to have a look. Leave it to me to be focused on the underside of something.
Definitely, the perineum is a place where the sun don’t shine. But having opened up the topic, I hope you agree that the perineum deserves its day in the sun. Literally? Um, I hope you will be using a good SPF sunscreen!
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