In the midst of tacking together an essay on Fernand Léger, I wrote in a brief comparison to the female nudes by Renoir. As I reread a few paragraphs, I saw that the phrase "Renoir's nudes" was clearly making too many appearances, and without another thought, swiftly rewrote it into the more lavender "Renoir's fulsome nudity."

At first I didn't realize. But as the ominous implications of this phrase dawned on me, I started to giggle and gag.