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Polly Pocket

February 5th 2010

What's a Girl Got to Do to Get Birth Control?

- Stefanie

The other night I was having dinner with Polly Pocket.

Me: “Sorry I didn’t call you back last night. I was on my way to a birthday party.”

Polly Pocket: “No problem. I was just calling to vent anyway.”

Me: “Is everything okay?”

Polly Pocket: “I’m in a fight with the pharmacy and my lady doctor for holding my birth control hostage.”

“Have you called in the FBI negotiator?” I giggled.

Polly Pocket: “We are not in the joking place about this.”

Me: “Oh, sorry. Okay, tell me what happened.”

The story goes like this:

December 18th 2009

It’s All Fun and Games Until You Lose a Condom in Your Vajayjay. . .

- Stefanie

The other night I was talking to Polly Pocket. We were doing our work version of “Best Week Ever.” Basically you have thirty seconds to tell the other one what you are doing at work before you dive into the really important stuff . . . sex and gossip. In an effort to protect Polly Pocket’s identity, I won’t tell you what she was doing at work.

I was talking about how I was trying to find young adults to talk about some new research we had coming out called The Fog Zone.

Polly Pocket: “Do I have to drive with my brights on when I’m in the ‘The Fog Zone'?”

November 6th 2009

Polly Pocket Has a Little Too Much Fun

- Stefanie

The other night I received a frantic phone call from Polly Pocket. I should preface this entire conversation with the fact that I had already been asleep for 2 hours.

Polly Pocket: “Did I wake you up?”

Me: “It’s after midnight--is everything okay?”

For those of you at home doing the math, I had gone to bed at 10:00pm. Don’t judge--it was a school night.

Polly Pocket: “I did something very, very bad.”

Me: “How bad are we talking?”

I was in that state of barely awake where your eyes are still closed and you could fall back to sleep at any moment.

Polly Pocket: “It has to do with sex.”

I bolted up in bed.