I certainly am. Like many young women, the only time my mother and I actually discussed my lady parts was when my menses started, and we've never discussed them since. My annual visits to my gynecologist make me quiver in fear. My privates were always high on the list on things I shouldn't ever talk about with anyone. Only dirty girls do that. And if something, God forbid, is wrong with the area down there, of course it's my fault. But how silly is that? After all, as Monáe so plainly says in the song, "PYNK is the color that unites us all, for pink is the color found in the deepest and darkest nooks and crannies of humans everywhere … PYNK is where the future is born."