I already talked about this.

Truly great media sources don't bother writing new information, they just rerun and reuse. That being said, the Vagina Monologues is back at Whitman and I would like to re-direct everyone back to last year's post. Just as a diamond is honed in the heat and pressure of the Earth's crust, so was blog perfection created in the slime and swirliness of my brain. There was two comment's by girls on the post asking me to "do my homework" so I looked up this so-called Puppetry of the Penis event. It turns out there are these dudes who stand on stage WEARING CAPES and make their penises do tricks. DO TRICKS. This is not theater, this is fraternity initiation. Puppetry of the Penis was actually invented by a naked hobo who enjoyed flashing people. Finding out whether he was naked because of poverty, insanity, or both is your homework assignment for the week.

Puppetry of the Penis is the perfect example of why men should not be left solely in charge of any venture that aims to appeal to and explain the lifestyle of other men. Look at what a trainwreck The Man Show was. Instead of taking grandpa out to the middle of nowhere and juicing him with heroin and sending him out into the woods for a peaceful death, Comedy Central kept him at home and let his mind slowly decay so he would embrass himself and the family be defecating on the recliner and mistakenly putting the cat into the microwave. That show ran for something like 5 seasons. That is 5 seasons too many.

And don't think the ladies get off easy either. Sex and the City is one of the worst television shows in the history of Mankind. Can you imagine how quickly you would abandon a friend who talked exclusively about sex, relationships, and food? Said friend would only be kept around so said friend could be made fun of by the rest of the group, leaving said friend insecure about her appearance and forcing said friend into a relationship where she settles for a shitty guy who hits said friend on a regular basis and forces said friend to work two jobs so that the shitty boyfriend can feed his crack addiction. These are the consequences of watching Sex and the City. Guaranteed.