Shudder

I usually listen to Mix FM, which plays the best music (even if it does run ads that end in slogans like "for zee attire zat is nice", uttered in some supposedly foreign accent in order to add sophisticated European appeal), but this afternoon I tuned in briefly to Highveld, where Anele was hosting a competition. The theme was something along the lines of being a little crazy to do good, and Anele gave the rather sweet example of a girl who purposely threw herself off a horse to show a little boy, who had also fallen off a horse, that it happens and the best thing to do is get back on.

Today's winner was somewhat different. Rochelle's contribution to ubuntu was accompanying a friend she had made two weeks ago, and whose greatest dream was to get a body piercing, to a parlour. Once there, her buddy ran out of courage, so Rochelle did the noble thing and got herself a piercing, going first even though she hadn't previously wanted one. "And where was the piecing," asked Anele. To which the Mother Theresa type replied: "In a private part."

So far so gross. But things got worse. "Ooh," squeals Anele, "you had your vajayjay pierced!" While concentrating on trying to block this image from my mind, I hear her tell Rochelle that she has won (drum roll): tickets to Justin Bieber.

"Yay!"shrieks Rochelle. "My son is going to love this!"

Son...pierced vajayjay...telling everyone on radio (perhaps even her son was listening)....anyone else feeling a tad queasy?