There’s Warts and there’s Warts…

I just popped into my Technorati page, to see if I have anybody new linking to me. Found nothing of excitement in the links section. Dooce and Instapundit remain resolutely uninterested in my daily hilarity, and even Blogging Baby and DotMoms haven’t yet checked out my words of wisdom.

But all is not lost. There is an item of note on the page. Glance to the left, and look at my list of “sponsored links”!! Well, well, well…

Sponsored Links

Genital Warts Treatment

Living with Herpes?

Genital Warts / HPV

Get Rid of Genital Warts

That gives one pause. How on earth does a nice, family-friendly site like mine, a site which, in six months, has used the F-word only once – Once! and I was quoting – get sponsored by all those juicy sites? Sites with such a very specific focus. Heck, they’re not even funny! No naughty fun on my sponsored links, no indeed, just unmentionably physical ickiness. Probably complete with pictures. Not that I went looking.

My persona is Mary Poppins, for goodness’ sake! How the original Mary P would have recoiled. I can hear her disapproving sniff from here. Oh, but wait. She’s not sniffing at technorati’s vulgarity. Her snort – a small and ladylike, but very telling snort – is directed at me. For it was I who raised the indelicate subject of bodily imperfections. It was I who first used the W-word. Yes, it’s true. I am my own culprit.

Didn’t I proclaim myself – over there to the left in the “About Me” bit, you can see it – to be in the business of wart removal? Oh my. How very foolish. For in the world of seach engines, warts can only be physical, after all, not metaphorical, and of only one particularly nasty physical type.

There goes Mary P the 1st, snorting at me once again – only this time she’s laughing.