In my 33rd year, I’ve not only come to appreciate the male anatomy more, I realise that I am in fact a bit of a snob. They come in all different shapes and sizes, but quite frankly, most of them are well, let’s face it, ugly. In particular the uncircumcised ones I have encountered in my travels over the years have left me cold.

I bought up the topic at a recent children’s birthday,(time and place and all that) and discovered that circumcision is commonly considered cruel and out of fashion, and anyhow, they all look the same when they’re doing their job. This is all well and good, but I prefer not having to close my eyes at the before shot, until I’m in the midst of proceedings and then there is that small matter of touching it – kind of kills the mood.

With circumcision seemingly on the way out the door, the men of Gen Z will be protected by safety in numbers, after all, if you’ve only ever tasted vanilla ice cream, how can you know what you’re missing out on if there’s no chocolate to choose from?

Perhaps it’s just the Libran in me that likes beautiful things (you’re talking about a woman who will take the longer route to get somewhere to avoid walking down an ugly street and turns her nose up at Coles Prahran) or call me old fashioned, precious, picky and potentially barbaric, but I can’t help but favour the well formed and aesthetically pleasing likes of renaissance man (and yes he is real, not just metaphorical).

When I’m shopping for the right pair of shoes, I’m not just looking for the right size and fit, I’m looking for the prettiest I can find. I’ve never been, and never will be a Hush Puppies kind of woman – no matter how comfortable they are.

Copyright 2009 | Gaynor Alder

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