Investigation: Can Cat Hair Really Get Stuck In Your Vagina for Months?
LatestEarlier this week, Michelle Barrow made headlines when she revealed (exclusively to XOJane) that she’d gotten cat hair tangled in her IUD due to both the vigorous thrusting of her partner and the fact that her bed was lightly covered in cat hair. Is this possible, everyone on the internet wondered; Is a hair ball waiting to infiltrate my own spongy orifices? We needed to know, so we consulted with medical experts.
If you haven’t read Barrow’s story, you should check it out here. It’s a long (but satisfying!) read that’s at once both disgusting and refreshingly informative. How else would we know about the important issue of cat hairs masquerading as tampon fibers deep in the cooter if someone didn’t overshare on the internet? That’s right! We wouldn’t! And we also wouldn’t have excerpts like this to share with our friends and loved ones this Labor Day weekend:
The doctor leans back and asks, “So do you wanna see the tampon?” There is absolutely nothing I love more than getting gross things out of my body so duuuuh!
With her tweezers she holds up a glob about 2 inches long that looks distinctly furry and happens to be the exact same color as Donut. I’m speechless. The doctor’s waiting for me to say something but the only thought running through my head is:
“HOLY SHIT THAT IS CAT HAIR THERE HAS BEEN A BALL OF CAT HAIR INSIDE ME FOR A MONTH THAT IS CAT HAIR AND IT WAS IN MY VAGINA A HAIRBALL HAS BEEN CAUSING MY DISCOMFORT HOLY SHIT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Of course, no one believed a word of this. I certainly didn’t, and not even the interview Barrow gave to New York Magazine—in which she revealed that the hairball stuck inside her was two inches long and that she wouldn’t make up something this embarrassing—could convince me. Either Barrow was lying about the whole thing (possible) or she was just being dishonest about how fur-filled her bed is (probable), which Barrow claims to clean every two weeks. I basically never clean my bed (and neither do you, liar) and have a whole menagerie of animals chilling in my home, and this has never happened to any part of my body. And a quick unscientific poll revealed that none of my friends had suffered this kind of condition either. That’s when I called Priyanka Wali: MD, close personal friend, and the only person who has asked about how my bowels are doing in earnest, you know, like she really cares.
“Is she having sex on a cat castle?” Priyanka asks.
“A what?”
“A cat castle. You know. That thing that people buy for their cats to play with. Wait, did you say cat hair or catnip? Because, if it’s loose catnip…” she trails off.