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If a representation of a man with a penis and a woman without a vagina is hurtling at twenty clicks a second away from Earth and makes contact with an alien who thinks just as we do, so admires the woman’s hairdo but gets the method of procreation wrong, well, it won’t be by accident, will it?

The man, I must say, is anatomically lovely and I like how his raised hand illustrates the opposable thumb while doubling as a sign of goodwill. But would it have killed us to add a short line for her cleft? To make her an artifact, not space junk, mound of Venus with a Brazilian wax job instead of Barbie made by Mattel?

They say Greek statuary omits it, but come on, we talk about being safe, then spend our days splitting the atom. In the time it takes me to write snatch, the impression’s a further three hundred miles away. The chances of correction are nil. When the Earth’s fried to a crisp the plaque will carry on: ambassador of the easily offended, the quickly aroused.

It hopes you will understand.