My new Italian housemate said this to me today.

He was telling me about his weekend and how he brought a girl home and they were going to have sex until he noticed this purple thing on her thigh, he didn't like the look of it so kicked her out with some taxi fare.

I tried explaining to him that it was probably just a bruise but his response was simple, "the most important part of a woman is her body, if it's not perfect it is of no use to me."

I've been giggling to myself about it for the past few hours.