Trousers of Oppression

Men, we must shed the tyranny of pants. We must cast off these shackles and chains, these chains that keep our balls sticky and uncomfortable. Pants that fit wrong, pants with belts to hold us in, pants that cling to our undercarriage like a remora we must unpluck in the “privacy” of a stolen moment—these devices are meant to keep our masculinity in check and our sexuality properly “controlled.” They are an invention made specifically to entrap a man’s crotch. Ask yourself: don’t my man-parts have a right to something as fundamental as breathing? We must dispose of these reprehensible implements. Let it swing free, my brothers! Fig leaves be damned!

(or maybe this pair I’m wearing is just the wrong size)

You see that? See what I did? That’s funny there. It’s funny, cause men need to wear pants in order to work or go outside or really do anything; everyone knows that. And that’s fine. It’s called irony. We accept pants. Pants, even if inconvenient, are a necessary evil of walking upright. Most people agree we shouldn’t be greeting each other with our sexy bits. C’est la vie, fellow pantsmen. But now, out of curiosity, replace every instance of “balls, crotch, etc.” with “breasts,” every “pants” with “bra,” and “man” with “woman” …you get the picture. Suddenly it’s the legitimate grievance of a first-wave feminist. Wha-wha? Dudes, how did that happen!?

Life is full of minor discomfitures. Sticky balls, butt-plucking, wrong-way wood, zipperphobia, testy testes, chode erosion, and *ahem* decreased seminal potency are all included. To the same extent, so are bungee boobs/bound boobs, Robobras, butt floss, the pubic lint-trap, et al. My personal advice to any of the fairer-shake sex who wish to argue their lot in life: learn acceptance. Who wears the pants? We both do, yes, ok. And bras can definitely be uncomfortable, especially if you’re one of the three out of four who wears the wrong size. But I bet your ovaries never get crossed if you sit down wrong.

And that is why we get to pee standing up.

2 replies on “Trousers of Oppression”

You’ve got a point, but believe me, I’ve heard plenty of guys (especially Josh lol) bitch about their pants. Now I don’t have a problem with bras, for me they’re actually more comfortable when I’m out and about. But I’m pretty small chested and it’s usually the big tittie girls that have major discomfort issues (deep strap indentations, underwire cutting into skin, etc.).

However, has it occured to you that breasts are not reproductive organs? Just because they’re sexualized in our culture doesn’t mean they should confused with genitals. Breasts are not sexual in function! Sure they’re lovely and an erogenous zone, but so are necks and ears! Women have them to produce milk and feed infants. Ooh… that’s so… naughty?

Isn’t it absurd that a topless woman in public can be charged with indecent exposure, and even be forced to register as a sex offender? Sure, if she was flashing her “sexy bits” it’d be a different story, but breasts? Oh, can’t let the kids see that, it might traumatize them. And breast feeding in public—why that’s just sick.

Now you know me, I’m not saying we should all burn our bras and run around topless, but you have to agree that the the breasts=genitals attitude is completely silly (just ask Janet Jackson).

As Josh just astutely put it: “everybody’s sucked on tits at some point in their life.”

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