Imponderables

Some imponderables I've been pondering...
Can you ponder an imponderable? By virtue of the name doesn't that make it unable to be pondered? Why is the interest of the creepy older guy exponentially proportional to how creeped out by him you are? Why would a mother tell her pregnant, laboring 16 year old daughter to stop worrying about people looking at her butt as she walks in a hospital gown to the bathroom? Wouldn't most mothers want, or even require, their 16 year olds to be modest? And if said mom WERE concerned about who was looking at her daughter's naked ass, would said daughter be less likely to become preggers? Can your brain actually atrophy to the size of a raisin and fall out your ears from lack of adult conversation and constant bombardment of Nicktoons? Will referring to doctors as "infants" negatively impact your work relationship? Even if they were still potty training when you graduated from high school? Is there such a thing as a clinical nurse manager who is competent to work the floor? Or is that just a naive fantasy on my part? Does catnip go bad? How would you know? Same with sour cream. Who in the hell developed the Brazilian Wax and how in the hell did he get women to go for it? And then how did they sell it to men? Wouldn't having scalding wax poured on his scrotum and then the hair forcibly and violently removed be a non-choice for a sane man? Or woman? Except women don't have scrotums. Would a valium salt lick in the waiting room and the nurses station be a bad thing? Does pondering impoderables and then posting them in a blog indicate a severe sleep deprivation or the early signs of psychosis?