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“Footnote: In 1998, a woman in Saline, Michigan received a patent for a Decorative Penile Wrap...The patent included three pages of drawings, including a penis wearing a ghost outfit, another in the robes of the Grim Reaper, and one dressed up to look like a snowman.”

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Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex

Bonk is a detailed account that delves into the history and science behind human sexual behavior, examining how research has shaped our understanding of sex and its role in human life. more

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Mary Roach
Mary Roach

Mary Roach is an American author known for her in-depth exploration of science and technology. Her works are characterized by their humorous and accessible presentation of complex concepts, covering topics such as space exploration, medicine, death, and religion. Roach's books have received high praise from both academic and general readers. more

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