Likers Gonna Like. Myself I’m more an ignorant.
Hey! Cary is not a girl’s name.
It was my understanding that it was so you wouldn’t confuse them with the statues of fertility gods, who were depicted as being much more well endowed.
I don’t think that was addressed. This was years ago, but I’m pretty sure it was just about sheer turd volume.
Facebook has conditioned me not to click “like” buttons. Since that’s how they steal your soul. I would imagine that’s an effect as well. People who are wary of overly emotional buttons aren’t going to click like often where ever they’re at.
But you know I think of you as an honorary female type, cuz!
I prefer “discriminating”. And I refuse to apologize for having high standards.
Well, of course, that’s well-established. Maybe men are more competitive, and obsessed with the size of our likes-received to likes-given ratio.
Ah, interesting. I don’t “do” Facebook, so I didn’t know that.
le sigh, story of my life… “Sorry, I think of you as a little sister”
Maybe it started out as a larger penis, and the sculptor made a mistake and had to make do with what was left.
This is such a weird part of our culture, especially for something that matters so little. Sure, there’s no accounting for personal preference, but we have the same thing going on with all of our other body parts to some extent or another. You’re going to get rejected for your nose or cheekbones or lack of deodorant long before your penis.
I think this kind of insecurity is in no small part born out of a certain level of male unhappiness with the way the sexual revolution deprivileged certain aspects of sex. That a woman has real sexual agency is threatening to a lot of men. For some reason this has sublimated in this worry over penis preference among women. But it’s become this social shorthand for masculine desirability.
“Just carve away anything that doesn’t look like a penis.”
Yes its one of the primary ways they track your interests, determine what and how much you see, and your “likes” and comments on certain pages can end up outside your privacy settings making your online activities easily view-able to just about anyone. A lot of other social media and web platforms work that way too. As such a lot of people, myself included, prefer to keep those things to a minimum. Ideally I wouldn’t “do” face book either. But its become the default route we use to communicate with family in other countries, kind of the only thing keeping me there.
I’m not so sure on that. I certainly recall seeing a lot of weird penis neurosis in American writings from the 20’s through the 50’s. So pre-hardcore sexual revolution (though certainly after the rise of feminism and the start of those changes). I really wish I could remember where I hit that article examining the racial break downs on this. Can’t for the life of me recall where it was from, though IIRC it was in part examining the rise of “cuckservative” and some other shit on the alt right.
But effectively a major point of it (and several other things I’ve run across lately) was that non-whites aren’t generally all that concerned or interested in penis size (and neither of course are women). Where they are its largely in relation to assumptions whites have or reactions whites have to non-whites penis size. So given the apparent racial element I don’t think insecurity in the face of women’s sexual agency is as much of a factor as other things. Most of this seems to be a judgement that white men enforce on other white men, while creepily throwing their own obsession on everyone else.
So you get a big basis of it in socialization, internalization, and sexualization of stereotypes of black men as voracious dick monsters. Male applications of recidivist gender rolls and misandrist (actually misandrist not red pill misandrist) concepts of masculinity onto other men. And where women seem to factor in at all, and especially where its a reaction to greater agency for women, a pretty rote view of women as either virginal and pure and thus constantly at threat from massive dongs or as whorey jezebels constantly in need of ever larger knobs who are deeply judgemental of those viewed as inadequate. As an additional thing thrown at women on this we’ll go a look at the porn again. A lot of the big dick fantasy shit you see out there isn’t anything to do with women enjoying, wanting or preferring high volume wang. A lot of it is about having (the viewer/writer/whatever or some one else meant to emasculate the same) a johnson large enough to hurt or otherwise overwhelm the woman. So its just falls in with a pretty typical strain in this sort of thing, where its another way to dominate/control/whatever a woman (and sometimes another man). All all this butts in the air stuff starts to look like its more about a bunch of dudes high fiving each other 'cause “sluts!”, or about the guy and what he’s doing to some one else regardless of who; than it does about being attracted to women, women enjoying or having any interest in sex, or seeing some good looking people enjoy some mutually pleasurable no-pants time.
And suddenly I’m curious what this all looks like over on the gay side of things. Not being gay I don’t spend much time with gay porn so I couldn’t tell you how that end of the discussion looks at all. I understand dick size is something of a thing in gay culture, and obviously in a slightly different way and for different reasons. But in most of the current dick size conversation, including the parts focusing on race, gay culture seems to be a brief aside at most.
Heh. You said “shallow.”
Heh heh.
All of your points are solid, and I think that going back to writings in the 20s and 50s is useful in looking at this, but I think my experience of this is colored (perhaps too colored and therefore less reliable) by things I’ve been looking at and reading from the embittered wing of the Redpill Right:
Perhaps one of the tamer images I could have used. I think that this also may be a case of you and I seeing the same thing and basically having the same idea and yet not quite meeting head on. I think that I can blame myself for that because I wrote while I was thinking, which is rarely a good idea.
This neatly illustrates that these are people who don’t see women as people, which goes to your point about women being cast as villians in a slut/whore dichotomy that somehow oppresses men by creating a hierarchy among men. I would still argue that the threat of female agency lingers across all of this, but based on what you’re saying, I take your point that there is something deeply racial here.
As a non-white guy who spent some formative years in the Middle East before moving to the US, I was pretty taken by surprise by the penis size thing. I think that on some level, I was aware that it existed, because I had a lot of white expat friends growing up. But, I didn’t know it could be so intense. It’s not that Arabs don’t talk about dick size, but it’s always in this sort of context of, “dicks are silly, big dicks are sillier.” There isn’t this omnipresent sense of threat or fascination with dick size like you have with a lot of white people.
I think in a lot of ways I’ve always been heavily Americanized, and I think the reason I’ve avoided this particular affliction is that I was this shy, quiet guy who was more focused on learning how to be a social person than anything else.
Incidentally, and again to your point about race, I’m suddenly (and belatedly) reminded of this passage in my avatar’s book, Breakfast of Champions:
“Dwayne Hoover, incidentally, had an unusually large penis, and didn’t even know it. The few women he had had anything to do with weren’t sufficiently experienced to know whether he was average or not. The world average was five and seven-eighths inches long, and one and
one-half inches in diameter when engorged with blood. Dwayne’s was seven inches long and two and one-eighth inches in diameter when engorged with blood.
Dwayne’s son Bunny had a penis that was exactly average.
Kilgore Trout had a penis seven inches long, but only one and one-quarter inches in diameter…
Harry LeSabre, Dwayne’s sales manager, had a penis five inches long and two and one-eighth inches in diameter.
Cyprian Ukwende, the black physician from Nigeria, had a penis six and seven-eighths inches long and one and three-quarters inches in diameter.
Don Breedlove, the gas-conversion unit installer who raped Patty Keene, had a penis five and seven-eighths inches long and one and seven-eighths inches in diameter.
Patty Keene had thirty-four-inch hips, a twenty-six-inch waist, and a thirty-four-inch bosom.
Dwayne’s late wife had thirty-six-inch hips, a twenty-eight-inch waist, and a thirty-eight-inch bosom when he married her. She had thirty- nine-inch hips, a thirty-one-inch waist, and a thirty-eight-inch bosom when she ate Dr‚no.
His mistress and secretary, Francine Pefko, had thirty-seven-inch hips, a thirty-inch waist, and a thirty-nine-inch bosom. His stepmother at the time of her death had thirty-four-inch hips, a twenty-four-inch waist, and a thirty-three-inch bosom.”
I think it’s more an issue of interpretation. I tend to see a lot of the red pill shit, including this, as sort of "back dated"if you will. I basically think this sort of specificity has to be an after the fact expression. So the penis envy is already there, as is the sexual revolution. These guys are just using one to attack the other.
For my part i’m super white. And it’s all still pretty weird to me. Particularly how much I’ve personally internalized it. My business situation is more than fine, unless it isn’t, is it?
Because the damn nuns turned all the statues of Priapus into their personal dildos back in the old days.
Erectile erosion. The bit sticking out in the open air is more likely to break off or be worn down by wind and rain. Plus so many people giving well endowed Weeping Angels “handies”.
Love’s iron-hard sweet tumescence
Many slow claps my friend. But: Love’s Iron-Hard Sweet Tumescent DONG. Its like that “in bed” thing with fortune cookies. If you can work dong in, its usually just enough increase in crassness and onamonapia to give a more viceral laugh. To say nothing of the contrast between flowery purple prose and DONG. (but no seriously folks, this is a real challenge, its fun you should try it).
i guess its true that all statues really do have small penises…
What is the sound of one hand fapping?
(apologies in advance, i guess a thread about statue penises really does bring out the elementary school humor.)