I made a short YEARS ago, pre-pandy. It was a body switch comedy about a woman who accidentally develops a magical device that lets her switch into another body. She realizes she can use it to switch into her roomie’s man body to channel some male privilege and get the respect she deserves.
So in it, there’s a scene where she jumps in a guy’s body and ties herself up so “he” can’t escape and starts screaming, “Where’s my dick!”
“Men don’t say dick, they say cock.”
The male actor, 60s, white, mansplained to me afterward: “Men don’t say dick, they say cock.” I was pretty sure this was false, based on the mere fact of being alive and hearing people talk, but still, I felt insecure because, such is the curse of being a woman. Should the line be, “Where’s my cock”?
Since then, when the subject of male penises come up (no pun intended), as of course it will, most recently because of Anthony Ammirati, the pole vaulter who knocked the cross bar off the hurdle with his sizeable package shins, I’ll occasionally poll the men around me for their thoughts.
[photo: Anthony Ammirati, Olympic pole vaulter. Getty Images.]
Last night at drinks with my writers group was one of those times. I told them the
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