Something tells me there’s a correlation between mistaking orange for red and being unaware of the existence of the clitoris. Every woman knew someone who couldn’t differentiate, or simply refused to.
Personally, I was born on the penultimate day of 1982 (the exact date is irrelevant, I just love using the great word "penultimate 😁), so it’s probably a safe bet that I didn’t know that much about the clitoris during the 80s 🤷
Something tells me there’s a correlation between mistaking orange for red and being unaware of the existence of the clitoris. Every woman knew someone who couldn’t differentiate, or simply refused to.
Personally, I was born on the penultimate day of 1982 (the exact date is irrelevant, I just love using the great word "penultimate 😁), so it’s probably a safe bet that I didn’t know that much about the clitoris during the 80s 🤷
Or the difference between many things for a decent span of those years, nevermind red and orange. 🤪