Warning: This post will take an abrupt nosedive somewhere after the fourth paragraphâ€¦
Like all men, I was born with a pair of nipples. They are strictly ornamental. As far as I can tell, the only purpose mine serve is a spot to grow abnormally long hairs upon.
Sure, I could have my nipples removed. Lots of men do. There are sanitary reasons for doing so. Others remove them for religious observance. And, of course, many guys undergo cosmetic surgery hoping to appeal to women that prefer the â€œnipplelessâ€ look on men.
However, I chose to keep my nipples for one very important reason: the metaphors. I’ve found that my language is more colorful and vivid because of the ability to incorporate my nipples into daily conversation.
For instance, on a cold day, I have the freedom to use expressions like, â€œWow, itâ€™s a bit nipply out there.â€ Notice that nobody raises an eyebrow. Since I technically have nipples, there is no questioning of my right to use the expression.
But while nipple references are certainly great, the best metaphors in life revolve around testicles.
For example, I have the freedom to say that Iâ€™m sweatinâ€™ my balls off, or that Iâ€™m freezinâ€™ my balls off. As any man knows, in any inclement weather, your balls are the first things to go.
On top of that, there are a ton of other expressions I can employ. Everyone knows I am not referring to a collection of precious gems when I speak of the family jewels. While at work, I can cite that Iâ€™m bustinâ€™ my balls, breakinâ€™ my balls, or have them in a vice. Granted, I could simply say that Iâ€™m working hard, or am dealing with a difficult situation instead. But let’s face it, it’s not nearly as colorful.
Also, I can evaluate my actions and decisions based on how ballsy they are. Conversely, I can mock a friend for not involving his balls in his decision-making. Simply put, this is the harshest criticism a man can receive, as there is really no excuse for not choosing the ballsy path in life. After all, when faced with a choice of approaching a situation prudently or boldly, the cautious brain would always be outvoted by the balls 2-1. Or, in my case, 3-1.
Tragically, I know there are a lot of women reading this post that wish they had access to these metaphors. For that reason, I strongly urge you to have a pair of balls surgically grafted onto your body. Have them attached to your shoulders or something. Just as it is worth it for me to have a pair of non-functioning nipples, so too will you find it worthwhile to have a pair of ornamental testicles, even if it is strictly for conversational purposes.
Sorry ladies… Don’t take any of that seriously. I’m just bustin’ your balls.