If you have something to say...
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If you have something to say...
Say it on the Huffington Post
I am impressed that a single scientific paper such as the one by Brian Mautz and his colleagues reached so many people. I am decidedly pleased that it made an impact and perhaps got people talking and thinking. And I hope it persuaded some people that science can be a lot of fun.
Critics of this type of study love to point out that women usually decide if they will have sex with a man well before ever sighting his genitals. And, if so, then how can penis size influence choice?
If enough people cry wolf too many times, we'll be too tired for the real fight, for things like nurseries in the workplace, flextime, maternity leave, etc. More of us are on your side than you realize. Even if we tell lousy jokes.
My own opinion has been that psychology plays more of a part with penis size during sex than anything else. People like to feel like they turn the other person on, and vice versa. All penises are exciting, regardless of size.
How exactly do you explain to a 3-year-old that Mommy's magical healing kiss powers come with certain use clauses and limitations?
When we deliberately or inadvertently support our children's use of slang, it's as if we tell them: Yes, there is something gross or silly or ugly about that body part. Don't ever call it by its real name.
The incomparable Brent Weinbach is releasing an album with ASpecialThing Records Tuesday, September 4, 2012. And to celebrate he answered some questions that I asked him.
It is hard to believe that we still bury our heads in the sand when it comes to discussing private parts and their real names. Those of us who are in the business are fully aware that sex crimes know no boundaries.
Whether you are fortunate to have the world's largest recorded penis or need to enhance your manhood with a pump, you can probably agree that the airport screening process has to respect your dignity and privacy.
In Freaks and Creeps, I head off to the farthest corners of the planet to seek out some of the strangest animals in existence.
Stewed Deer Face. Sheep foetus in brown garlic sauce. Peacock claws. It's like a Guangzhouren's wet dream.
I've just finished filming my new series, Freaks and Creeps for National Geographic Wild, in which I travel to the furthest corners of the planet to seek out the world's most bizarre animals and discover the secrets behind their oddness.
Politicians and clerics here and abroad spend so much of their time trying to regulate what women can do with their bodies and what assorted body parts can properly be called in polite company that it's nice when the penis gets some attention.
Full frontal male nudity is the manifest destiny of dick jokes. It's all the hard -- and sometimes flaccid -- work of our forefathers of comedy finally paying off. Charlie Chaplin would be so proud.
We can enslave women, rape them, and sell them as virgins; we can pierce the enemy with lances, set him on fire, rip his heart out, and tear his face off. But you will never slip a hard willie (or, heaven forbid, two, entangled) past the censors.
For the past few months, I've been talking to men about their penises. White men, black men, gay men, old men, youngsters, transgender men, singlet...
