Long, long ago, in a Hell's Kitchen hotel room far, far away, I was sleeping late and heard a couple of … ummm… lower class maids in the hallway just outside my door discussing hysterectomies and the associated post-surgical complications, with no attempt to be discreet. One maid said to the other: "They take everything -- everything! All they leave is a phukcin' hole. They tell you that a man can't tell the difference, but he can! They just say that so you won't get depressed!!"