I like being a woman. We’re pretty great. Go team and all. But I envy a few things about men.
First, obviously, the penis is brilliant. I wish I always had access to one. I would name him George and hug him and pet him and squeeze him (gently).
A second, semi-related envy: I’m pretty sure men don’t often have to wonder, “Is this the regularly scheduled bleeding from my genitals? Or is it one of those times it’s just for funsies, or because I’m dehydrated or played too rough during sex?”
Then again… If a man’s genitals are bleeding, that’s probably really bad. For me it’ll probably just sort itself out.
It reminds me of a Ron White bit: “I’m not making light of women’s periods. I would never do that. That’s serious stuff. If that happened to me one time, I’d be in the hospital. It wouldn’t be any of this nonchalant, ‘Oh, I’m spotting.’ FUCK THAT. I’d be running down the road like my hair was on fire, screaming, ‘My balls are bleeding, my balls are bleeding!’”
Speaking of which, balls are pretty ridiculous. I’m glad I don’t have those.
Give me balls over ovaries. Guys have no idea!