A few months ago, in March, near the end of the fearful Year of the Pandemic, I reached out to an old friend because I knew he had written a script three or four decades ago for a book that became the basis of a wildly popular Netflix series. I remembered that the script had been optioned, but his name was not included among the credits. I wondered what the hell happened. That query led to a fond reunion in the shape of some back-and-forth on email (I don’t recall what he told me about the script; possibly his agent dropped the ball) and we fell back into our old accustomed banter, first in cyberspace and later in a phone conversation. We initially met long, long ago in the 1980s, when I was an editor at a moderately “hot” women’s magazine, and he was a rising journalist in the ranks of even hotter and more sophisticated publications. He was married, I was married, but we carried on a bit of a flirtation nonetheless.
So totally strange this posting of a visual that does pretty much nothing for many women and, in fact, is a total turn off. I can't imagine the guys in our book club ever doing this, however...or my son for that matter! You characterized it all so well as usual! Maybe this really should be a book some day...
Private parts oughta remain private because separated from the source a semi-erect phallus can get gruesome. One thinks of sad squid, depressed bananas, suicidal earthworms or a sunburnt manaconda. It has been said that a naked man looks like a poorly decorated Christmas tree. All Peter Peppers should keep their willy's in their pants and off cell phones because in addition to your dick resembling a Scrotum Frog (yep there really is one), it betrays a complete lack of imagination. And how dare you do that to a nice lady like Ann.
For what it's worth, from reading "The Cut" column in New York Magazine I have the impression that for some younger woman a picture like this would be a necessary introduction before further contact takes place. Maybe it's a generational thing.
Good lord! Thank goodness I’m too old to have had a suitor send a PHOTO via phone to me, although I did once get a rather elegant drawing. I was struck by your saying this kind of thing is “unprecedented in human history “ because I didn’t think so. I thought of Henry VIII’s armor, and also of codpieces, which I know were represented in art. And, lo and behold, this popped up in the NYer’s FB feed today:
So totally strange this posting of a visual that does pretty much nothing for many women and, in fact, is a total turn off. I can't imagine the guys in our book club ever doing this, however...or my son for that matter! You characterized it all so well as usual! Maybe this really should be a book some day...
I'm gobsmacked by this one.....He sent you a picture of his semi-erect penis?! Huh?
Hilarious! But I gotta say, the internet has unleashed modes of behavior, i.e. dick pics, that are as much a mystery to me as they are to you.
Private parts oughta remain private because separated from the source a semi-erect phallus can get gruesome. One thinks of sad squid, depressed bananas, suicidal earthworms or a sunburnt manaconda. It has been said that a naked man looks like a poorly decorated Christmas tree. All Peter Peppers should keep their willy's in their pants and off cell phones because in addition to your dick resembling a Scrotum Frog (yep there really is one), it betrays a complete lack of imagination. And how dare you do that to a nice lady like Ann.
I am glad I stopped male relationship hunting before the internet became the means to do so. You picqued my interest with this one!
For what it's worth, from reading "The Cut" column in New York Magazine I have the impression that for some younger woman a picture like this would be a necessary introduction before further contact takes place. Maybe it's a generational thing.
And BTW, there's a new novel by Patrica Lockwood entitled "No One Is Talking About This," that addresses this issue, at least tangentially.
Good lord! Thank goodness I’m too old to have had a suitor send a PHOTO via phone to me, although I did once get a rather elegant drawing. I was struck by your saying this kind of thing is “unprecedented in human history “ because I didn’t think so. I thought of Henry VIII’s armor, and also of codpieces, which I know were represented in art. And, lo and behold, this popped up in the NYer’s FB feed today:
https://www.facebook.com/9258148868/posts/10158195501548869/?d=n
Nothing’s new under the sun.
Good post (and great poem)!
But I’m afraid the guys who resort to prick pix have already proved themselves unteachable by thinking they would work in the first place.
Ann, This is beyond amusing, it is highly entertaining. You really must put this into a book:
a fascinating memoir.