Discussion of genitalia was private, though. We weren’t compelled to talk or write about penises or vaginas. There was no shame attached to them. But we didn’t have to use the terms repeatedly. Over and over again. All the time. We took them for granted. A car was a car. A house was a house. A penis was a penis. No big charge to it.
Today, though, there seems to be an overwhelming need to use the words excessively in public. And they have a charge, shock value.
It really grates on me to hear how many times “penis” and “vagina” are mentioned in media today. Blogs. News stories. Talk shows. There are more genitalia flying around today than there were flying toasters back in the day. It feels like “oohh, mommy, I’m being naughty! I’m saying ‘penis’ on my show!”
I supposed we have Howard Stern, poster boy for arrested development, to thank for it.
I don’t know about you, but I really don’t care to discuss my vagina or someone else’s. I know the Beau wouldn’t care if I discussed his penis, but I couldn’t fathom it. How would it even come up?
“The Beau has a beautiful penis.” “The Beau had his penis out the other day.” I mean, really. I don’t want to hear about anyone’s genitalia. So why do perfomers today feel compelled to use the words so often? Just because they can?
Which brings me to Oprah and HER favorite—and incredibly ridiculous– term for vagina: Va-jay-jay.
Is she three years old? And what’s worse, she seems to talk about it interminably. And I’m not the only one who thinks that. The Soup also noticed:
Do I want to hear about Oprah’s va-jay-jay?
Nope. And not her vagina, either.
So let me offer these genitalia-crazed people some advice: GROW UP, ALREADY!