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Apparently, "The Vagina Monologues" is a play in which women talk about their private parts. As a man, I find this curious. I suppose there could be a successful play about the "who-ha," but I find no male equivalent.
There will never be a "C*** Talk" or "D*** Discussion" because men simply are not interested in such a play. Men also don't go to plays that much. We prefer to play fantasy football, drink beer and pretend to fix things.
As I reflect upon the wonderment in the fact that "The Vagina Monologues" has no male equivalent, the TV show "The Man Show" comes to mind. Perhaps that was the closest equivalent to "C*** Talk." Egads!
Of course, obvious differences exist between men and women. The frequency of decorating fingernails, the love of yogurt and chest hair come to mind. At the root of it all, the lack of "C*** Talk" says it all.
Names have an important role.
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