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Douche.
It’s a magnificent word, really, in its adopted American sense. To me, a lifelong writer and incessant talker, the word “douche” is pure. Simple. It even somehow sounds like what it is, so much so that I can’t even roll it over in my head without the image of Sean Hannity’s face appearing and hovering there in my frontal lobe, green-tinted, translucent and undulating like some Scooby Doo villain whose scheme, state-of-the-art visual effects and real identity are yet to be revealed by those meddling kids.
Alas, I am a Gen-Xer, born too late to for the word to yield any true power over my sexual identity. Douching was an abstract idea, one far more connected to jokes about that unforgettable mother-daughter beach walk commercial than the idea of actually flushing my vag out with salad dressing.
While douching has been around for eons -- some research speculates it goes back to the time of Hippocrates -- the practice hit its pop-culture peak between the 1920s and ’50s, a time when magazines like McCall’s and Ladies’ Home Journal were read almost universally, when manufacturers, retailers, publishers and advertising executives were congealing into the vast media monster we know and worship today.
Back then, this media “blob” was almost 100-percent male-driven, of course. And as the mad men on Madison Avenue began to realize that beauty advice would sell more magazines and products, so began the systematic dismantling of the American woman’s body image, a popular national pastime that persists to this very day. (To illustrate, all the subheads below come from actual ads of the era.)
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