Anyone with the tube on in the daytime
knows that pussies have problems. Yeast infections, burning,
bleeding, leakage, itching and a whole universe of other
disgusting related matters are regularly addressed in the mornings
and afternoons. For some reason it’s even considered okay to show
close-ups of a pregnancy test wand that’s changing color because
it’s just been PISSED ON. Where are the “MALE” stay-at-home
Where’s the ball bra for guys with one
hanging so much lower than the other? Where’s the special tool
designed to scoop up the smegma under the foreskin in one easy,
efficient and cleverly priced swipe? Where’s the testicle scissors
that won’t pull the hairs from your bag? Or how about that aloe
vera ointment specifically formulated for those times when you
accidentally catch the fleshy knob of your dickhead in a zipper?
Men and their concerns are gradually vanishing from the main
source of information dissemination in this country (or should
that be “cuntry”?).
The corporate sponsors of daytime television
programming don’t consider us a worthwhile demographic apparently.
Boycott. Write letters and make nasty phone calls. This culture
has got to understand that it’s a fucking MAN’S world, whatever
time of day it is. Otherwise we people with pricks are going to be
under the absolute dominion of cunts (you straight guys might
think that it doesn’t sound so bad but for us who don’t fuck
them….). I didn’t coin the phrase, “battle of the sexes.” But I
believe we ignore its factual basis at our own peril.