You know, I think the whole problem is that men name their private parts and women don’t.  Every man I know has a name for his winkie – and, admittedly, most of the time it’s not “winkie” – and like to act as if it’s a body part he has no control over.

You get ideas like this by being raised in a house with only brothers, marrying a man, and then giving birth to three more of them.  They name their private parts.  One of my men named his Stanley, you know, like the power tool.

Female eye rolling is encouraged here.

Maybe if women started naming their private parts, we wouldn’t have to fight crapola like this:

Santorum Staffer Says Women Shouldn’t Be President Because It’s Against God’s Will

Now this staffer claims that he didn’t come up with this idea on his own, you know, like Newt Gingrich claiming that women can’t be in foxholes because they get infections once a month (and by the way, can you even imagine Newt Gingrich in a foxhole?).  No, sireeeee ….. this staffer came up with this idea through “reflections on over 25 years of formal, theological study [based in] classical Christian doctrine.”

Crap.

Now, I ain’t gonna get into a theological discussion with this turkey, because he wouldn’t listen to a woman anyway.  Instead, I’m gonna name my hooters Ruby and Begonia and tell him he ain’t getting anywhere near them.  Ladies, I hope you will do the same.  His name is Jamie Johnson.  Yeah, Johnson.  Like … well, you know.

Thanks to Stephen for the heads up.