They need to breathe

Being at work this week has been a little tough. Fortunately, on Tuesday we had an employee appreciation event outside the office. I was giving C, the benevolent, a ride to the event and we got on the topic of men and their weird, nasty habits. I told C that I had seen a guy in the locker room the night before lift his leg, then spray antiperspirant on his genitals, then proceed to bend over, spread his cheeks with one hand and spray his bung hole with antiperspirant. It was one of the strangest things I've ever seen. Please, if anyone thinks this is normal, let me know and I'll stop freaking out about it. Anyway, C and I got to talking about how not sweating down there could cause problems with backed up sweat glands, leading to boils, etc. C stated emphatically, "Genitals need to breathe." I couldn't agree more, I guess. She then went on to describe a scenario in which a sexual partner might find the use of genital antiperspirant unappealing. I won't describe that for you though. C knows it already, but she's the best employee I've got. She's the only employee I've got right now, but the title of best still means something.