The Vagina Monologues

Every year some people at my school perform the Vagina Monologues, and every year I end up thinking about it way too much. I never actually go to the performances, but I have heard it read a few times by random people. It never ceases to amaze me how women are able to write so much about their vaginas. It's actually a book, with pages and everything. I can't image Robert Frost being able to write more than one sentence about his penis. I sit here, thinking about being able to write a long intelligent-sounding essay about my penis, and I can't think of anything. I could describe its location, and describe what it does, but that's it. I could prove to you that my penis does indeed exist, but beyond that I would lose all creative inspiration in trying to describe what my penis would say if it could talk or anything like that. I think this is because men don't spend their time thinking about hypotheticals like that, much less take the time to write it down, edit it, and send it to other men who are also writing similar articles. It baffles me that these women were able to sit down and think up everything in the Vagina Monologues and then get together and make a marketable product of it. It baffles me because I know these women aren't that unique, they were just the first ones who managed to make anything of it. I'm not only talking about vaginas either. I have no doubt that some women somewhere have actually contemplated the essence of existence for various other body parts. This is because women, at least the women from the Vagina Monologues, see their vaginas as somewhat of an independent entity that needs to be figured out and described because it is misunderstood. Men are of the opinion that if you don't have one then you won't get it.
I will simplify my previous statement: If you were to ask a woman what it is like to have a vagina, she would undoubtedly give you a very descriptive and in-depth personal analysis much like the Vagina Monologues. If you were to ask a man what it is like to have a penis, he would unzip his pants and take it out, and then say "like that."