At one point in college, I was wondering why it is that men seem so obsessed with penis
size (for instance, the Godzilla remake: Size matters, quality doesn't) while most women
really didn't seem to care. I explicated my theory to my friend Fiona, a bio major: Men
can't measure how good they are in bed; there's no zero-to-60, no horsepower, no way to
tell if they're being faked out. The only thing they can prove is size. I went on for a
while like this.
Fiona said, "It's a display characteristic. It's like whichever baboon has the
biggest, bluest butt. "
While I was contemplating this, she added,
"Why do you think it's purple?"
Who can argue with that?