Remember what things were like in, say, 1992? Back when you were just starting to hear rumblings about what was then called the “Information Superhighway,” at the time personified by prohibitively expensive hourly services like Prodigy and e•world? Remember how alone you felt about your shameful thoughts that no one else could ever understand? What was the only place to find your secret prurient interest back then?
Maybe you’re not that old, but I am, and for me, it was pregnancy guidebooks. I’ve always loved them. Here’s the start of a new series in which we pay them loving tribute, while simultaneously mocking them mercilessly.

