In most cases, there is no referrer page because most visitors have arrived at my blog simply by typing the blog address into their browser. But sometimes---when I'm lucky---an unwitting, Googling web surfer is sent to my blog through no fault of their own. Here are some recent referrer pages of my visitors:
One person Googled "Housewife Pinups". Imagine their disappointment when they clicked on my search result and found THIS picture:
Sexy? Perhaps. But something tells me these aren't quite the housewives the searcher intended to find.
Another innocent visitor found my blog by Googling "Gender Discrimination Cases". I'm sure they were looking for an in-depth analysis of recent court cases. Instead, they were forwarded to this disturbing photo:
This photo, of course, was the subject of the first "Give That Photo a Name" contest on this very blog. The winning title? "A Case of Gender Discrimination." What must the poor Googler have thought?
My favorite referrer this week was also the most disturbing. The person Googled "Fondle Testicles." While I'm still losing sleep at night trying to figure out just what kind of information they were hoping for, I can say without hesitation that the following entry from my blog---dated June 14---was not it:
"Here it is, what I've determined to be the softest known material in our universe:
It's the fuzzy material that surrounds a calf's testicle, frequently referred to as the "nut sac". When a male calf is castrated, this outer sac is carefully cut away first and discarded, revealing the more organ-like testicles underneath (which, by the way, are also cut away and discarded!) These little fuzzballs might initially deter the squeamish, but just one touch of these pillowy pouches will reel you in for life.
After Marlboro Man and I were married and I'd accompany him to cattle workings, I'd sometimes catch my brother-in-law, Tim, rubbing the sacs during breaks. I'd look at him curiously, wondering, "Is that a rabbit's foot?" I finally asked my husband what Tim was kneading between his fingers. His simple reply? "A nut sac."
It's an indescribable softness, a special combination of the velvety-soft fuzz covering them and the thin layer of fatty tissue beneath. The children love them, as they're softer than any stuffed animal they've ever felt. They're always the first to scoop them up after they fall to the ground."
I have yet to determine who has been more traumatized. Is it the hapless Googler, who was expecting search results about legitimate testicle fondling? Or is it I, who actually had to read the phrase, "Fondle Testicles" and wonder how my good, wholesome blog could be associated with such a search? Only time will tell.