Gwyneth Paltrow does not approve.

I know men must look at this and think "wtf is a vaginal spa?", but I would like to say that as a woman I don't know wtf it is either

As a fellow woman I have no idea either. I just feel like Gwyneth Paltrow is involved SOMEHOW by default.
- What kind of drug do you think she takes to be so obsessed with her vagina?
- My first thought is that its a fancy dueche, so yeah Gwyneth Paltrow seems right.
- If she was involved there would be a tube attached with a gas mask on the other end.
You're so lucky to be able to have yours be portable. 😞 The only penile spas I've ever seen are permanently installed in a wall. No clue how they work either.
- Oh those that are installed in truckstop bathrooms?
My guess is some kind of douche product marketed as a vaginal spa instead of as a douche
I’m not going to bother searching to confirm, but I’m pretty sure it’s a steam generator that you sit on. I don’t know why you’d want that.
- I don’t know why everyone is so clueless. Women are carrying these things around with them everywhere.
  What’s your favourite vagina tea? I’m partial to Lady Grey or Red Bush.
- Ioh god! magine burning your vagina with steam?!
This is hilarious.
To me it’s not so much about what it is, but rather why would anyone buy it? Showers are free, and probably less embarrassing to have and use.

I love steamed clams!

When Paltrow was selling those candles that smelled like her vagina, I bought one. It smelled like ass. Turns out I had it upside down.

never used

box looks more beat up than a fed ex delivery

Riiiiight.

if you think her box looks beat to hell you should see her vagina.
- …you should see her vagina.
  No thanks. I’d imagine roast beef looks more appealing.

“Clam bake” would have been a better name

Portable Taqueria
Knock-offs include: Steamed Clams and the Albany-exclusive Steamed Hams.

I would like one of these but like for my cock

Okay....
So I bought a handheld garment steamer for knitting projects and for steaming wrinkles out of clothes from storage or whatever. I, like most people, had been hearing about vaginal steaming for some time with mixed bafflement and curiosity. One brisk November night alone in my apartment, I was eyeing the device and I figured, whats the harm, why not give it a try?
So I fill the steamer with water from the tap and set it on the floor and take a seat in my swivel chair a safe distance in front of it, disrobed from the waist down. The steamer heats up slowly, and I slide forward a bit as the seductive white vapor emerges with increasing force. After five minutes of carefully steaming my dick, balls and ass with an increasing look of delight on my face, I'm a convert.
If you ever have that kind of week where they're feeling sticky or sweaty, you've got aching, vaguely itchy balls or it's all just lacking that certain je ne sais quoi, and a shower doesn't help, the steam does something amazing to open the pores, make all the assorted skin and sinew of one's nether regions toned and glowing and you sweat away all the soap and sweat residue and whatnot in a way that showering or bathing could never approach. It's shocking, I can't fully explain how renewing it is, or why, but it works, almost on a spiritual level. I've never mentioned this to another soul and doubt I ever will.
I'm actually filling up the steamer now despite the heat as it's been a few months since my last foray into pelvic steaming and I yearn for that soothing, forbidden relaxation. I will sleep like a baby tonight.
Oh, and do it away from electronics, I bricked a desktop by getting too much second-hand steam in it one day.
- This kills the sperm.
  (No, seriously, heat does that)
just tape a garden hose to your dick?
- Watching the conservatives in America get their panties in a bunch over this cartoon was sickening and hilarious

It wasn’t actually Hemingway. Versions of the story can be found from 1906 when Hemingway was 7, and there is apparently no mention of a connection between him and the story before the 1990s.