Happy Saint Valentines Day
First, we’re all tingling with anticipation about the C’YA protest outside our offices today . We intend to pelt these abstinence activists with used condoms and other bio-hazards.
In other news, this story—clearly timed for V-Day by some asshole editor somewhere—should crush the hopes of all the unhappily small-dicked men out there.
…researchers said on Tuesday that most men who have had penis enlargement surgery are not satisfied with the results.“For patients with psychological concern about the size of the penis — particularly if it is normal size — there is little point in offering them surgery because it makes no difference,” said Nim Christopher, a urologist at St Peter’s Andrology Center in London.
Christopher and his colleagues, who questioned 42 men who had the surgery, found the dissatisfaction rate was very high. Often the men requested another surgical procedure.
“The average increase in length is 1.3 cm (0.5 inches) which isn’t very much and the dissatisfaction rate was in excess of 70 percent,” said Christopher.
He added that spam e-mails advertising penis enlargement surgery were inaccurate and gave men unrealistic expectations.
No shit. I get email at Savage Love from men with unrealistic expectations about “male-enhancement” pills and surgery every day. None of them work, and there should be a law against advertising them. It’s cruel, and it discourages small-dicked men from the only cure for their unhappiness: acceptance.
Got a small dick? As I’ve written numerous times, there’s not much you can do about it. Instead of bemoaning your small dick, it’s better to accept what you’ve got, learn to use it to maximum advantage, and refuse to waste money or mental energy on “male-enhancement” pills or surgeries.
Then, small-dicked guys, once you’ve reconciled yourself to the meat God gave you, ask yourself a couple of questions: How thick are your fingers? How big are your forearms? How long is your tongue? Big cocks are nice, they have their fans, but if you can’t compete in the big-dick Olympics, well, it’s better to make the most of what you do have than to waste time, energy, and money worrying about something you’ll never have.
Why isn't this more obvious? I knew these were bs when I was 16 years old!!! It is so sad that there are enough gullible insecure men out there to sustain such a phantom industry.