Friday, October 23, 2009

Reject the Cock


"Anybody who believes that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach flunked geography."

-- Robert Byrne


All kinds of wonderfully interesting things happened to me following the brain surgery I underwent back in 2006. Because I had a very large portion of my pituitary gland removed along with the even larger tumor I had to have cut out of my head, I was rendered one giant, hormonal trainwreck in the months and even year or so following the operation. Although it was nightmarish at times -- you try figuring out where that fucking fruity smell is coming from while you're sitting through your dozenth hot flash of the day -- I have to admit that one by-product of the surgery's aftermath was nothing short of eye-opening.

For a good amount of time, I completely lost my sex drive.

As in completely.

It didn't mean I couldn't have sex -- just that I had no overwhelming desire to.

While this might sound like some Boschian hellscape for most men out there, I gotta say -- it was actually anything but. In fact, it was kind of nice, for the first time since puberty, to be mercifully free from the tyrannical rule of my own penis. Think about it: If you're a guy, how many times has your dick gotten you into serious trouble? Think about the money you've spent in pursuit of getting laid. Think about the compromising positions you've put yourself in; the number of girlfriends who've thrown drinks at you in public after discovering that you couldn't resist the two bisexual strippers the previous evening; that time you woke up in a strange house with a girl scout sash tied tightly around your scrotum, boxes of Samoa cookies scattered everywhere and the police threatening to bust down the door.*


Or how about this one: Your inability to keep yourself safely out of the pants of a 22-year-old psychopath who's now destroying your marriage and your career at ESPN.

By now you've likely heard the story of ESPN analyst Steve Phillips and his three-week affair with a young production assistant named Brooke Hundley. You're probably also familiar with the fact that Hundley's behavior in the wake of that affair has been, shall we say, "erratic." She wrote a rambling letter to Phillips's wife in which she detailed her relationship with Phillips, talked at length about the couple's children (a violation which, in my humble opinion, constitutes an acceptable defense for murder), and described a birthmark on her lover's crotch -- you know, just to prove that she'd actually been spending a lot of time where she claimed to be. Phillips's wife, Marni, dialed 911 right after the letter was dropped at her home by Hundley, claiming that Hundley had been harassing her family for some time -- making threatening calls and shouting hysterically, "We both can't have him," and posing as a 16-year-old on Facebook to reach out to her teenage boys -- and that she'd just driven her car into the family's house. If Steve and Marni Phillips's kids had a pet rabbit, that fucker would be soup by now.

But while there's no doubt that Brooke Hundley is one crazy little tart, it's Steve Phillips and his apparently still armed and fully operational penis that overwhelmingly contributed to the goddamned mess he's now in.

I've written before about not just men's but everyone's propensity to cheat on their spouses, and given the level of controversy that very personal piece spawned I see no need to revisit it in detail here. But it's still disconcerting as hell to think that no matter how old a guy gets -- Phillips is 46, David Letterman, who's own recent scandal, complete with sex tape, has put him in the spotlight, is 62 for God's sake -- his years of accrued wisdom and ostensible good sense will never apparently trump his hubris and sex drive. It would be nice to think that at some point in a man's life, even one who makes his living on television, judgment will finally override the desire for a cheap thrill that inevitably leads to a really undignified fall.

It would be nice to think it -- but it apparently just ain't so.

Years ago, my friends and I used to regularly warn each other of the dangers of "men made dumb by pussy." And for a little while, I got to stand outside myself and laugh at the absurdity of the endless pursuit of it -- and it was a revelation.

For the record, I eventually did get on the right kind of medication, my chemistry balanced out and my sex drive finally returned. I'm hoping, however, that the insight I gained during my time as a free, hormonally castrated man -- the time when sex seemed like nothing but a silly triviality -- stays with me and is powerful enough to counteract the biological drive that's been an albatross around the neck (to say nothing of the nether regions) of my kind since the beginning of time.

Although -- anybody know when Girl Scout cookie season starts again?

*I sometimes drink.

Related:

DXM: All Fall Down/8.10.08

DXM: Eliot Mess/3.12.08

28 comments:

Anonymous said...

God created masturbation for a reason, that man might retain control of his mind and not be lead astray by deceitful women.

Benoit from Ottawa said...

True, all of it.

Still, it is only one manifestation of humans'-- men's in particular -- great capacity for fooling themselves, while onlookers see things plain as day.

Suzy said...

steve phillips isn't even attractive. wtf?

Vermillion said...

Huh. I might want to get my pituitary gland checked out, because while I have wanted to gnaw my hand off to even touch a woman before, I never bothered to even try to do anything that stupid. It is like I understand the concept of being a horny male, and I hit all the right notes, but I just don't get the same results.

It is either that, or I just don't give a fuck.

Vermillion said...

By the way, I really hope that header pic is legal.

You know, for your sake.

Yeah, your sake.

*cough*

Chez said...

Steve Phillips isn't attractive, Suzy?

Jesus, have you seen this girl? The pictures I posted were VERY kind. I avoided the one that everyone across the country is currently making fun of.

Nancy, Near Philadelphia said...

LOL, friend. And, by the way, I was struck with the plethora of penis products in the Phillies game commercials this week; if it wasn't the Viagra, it was the Flomax . . . .

Anonymous said...

Regardless of what people think about the looks of the parties involved, she's psycho.

ESPN.com had a story on their front page, but they could not moderate the comments fast enough. I was sad I only got to read a few of them.

Based on all the stuff I've read, seen and heard about life at ESPN, I think they hand out Viagra with the morning coffee. And the lunch coffee. The afternoon tea. The evening beer.

It's a cable network and frat house. They must get a good deal on Natty Light Ice Red Bull.

jrm78 said...

This also applies to the Orly Taitz deposition, but crazy is always a freak in the sack.

Riles said...

Think about the compromising positions you've put yourself in; the number of girlfriends who've thrown drinks at you in public after discovering that you couldn't resist the two bisexual strippers the previous evening; that time you woke up in a strange house with a girl scout sash tied tightly around your scrotum, boxes of Samoa cookies scattered everywhere and the police threatening to bust down the door.*

Your life astounds me.

Suzy said...

oh chez, i didn't want to be a heinous c*nt and say how ugly i think she is. he's obviously an indiscriminate fucker. literally.

Katstrate said...

One of the things that most disturbed me about Monica Lewinsky's book (I should be ashamed, I know, but it was in the lending library at work and I REALLY needed something for the train ride)was how accessible the POTUS was to her. If she'd really wanted to she could have killed the dumb fuck. As far as the stupid girl involved with Philips, she's no great beauty but then again, as far as most men are concerned, pussy doesn't have to be cute, just available.

Anonymous said...

jrm78 said...

"This also applies to the Orly Taitz deposition, but crazy is always a freak in the sack."


It also gets body parts cut off.

VOTAR said...

Yes.


Yes, I know when Girlscout cookie season starts.


Yes, I do.


But Samoas? I'm sorry but they taste a lot better with the thin mints.



And the cookies do too.

Jeffrey said...

You might want to amend that last line. It has a pedophilia vibe to it. Funny piece though. So terribly true.

Chez said...

Don't ever let it be said that you don't get the joke, Jeff.

Stephen said...

"Never underestimate the allure of strange beaver"

-Drunken College Buddy, Bloomsburg University, 1991

Anonymous said...

My God, Votar, how have you NOT ended up in jail yet?

Vermillion said...

I wonder how Jodie Sweetin...sorry, Mrs Chez #4 The Weekend...looks in a Girl Scout outfit.*

Bill White said...

I turn to the Lord Almighty when I get lust in my pants. If that doesn't work I have to turn to my wrench or think about Wiccan Pelosi or how Hussein Nobama is killing jobs.

Lily said...

Yes, I'd heard about this situation, but somehow missed that they only had a three week fling? And she's stalking and harassing the family? She's seriously ill.

Not that any length extra marital affair would justify it, but when something that brief ends, you're supposed to shake your head and say "that was (fill in the blank-interesting, a waste of time, fun while it lasted.)

Chez said...

Vermillion, you just made me come. Thanks.

em said...

Superficial, but I saw a pic of Mrs. Phillips, and that psycho ain't got nothing on her. I mean, she's not my type as far as the women I normally find attractive through my girlcrushes, but still. Nothing like that heinous war pig at all. Just sayin--if you're gonna cheat, cheat UP.

Vermillion said...

Hey, when you are a fellow "walking train wreck" connoisseur, it ain't difficult to understand...

That short skirt all rumpled and stained, one knee sock torn down the length while the other is rolled all the way down to an ankle, knees scuffed, little sash barely staing on, her eyes pleading for another "merit badge"....

Vermillion said...

On second consideration, that last one was entirely too detailed for my comfort.

Chez said...

And people think I'm sick. You rule, man.

kanye said...

Brings a whole new meaning to the question, "How many boxes can I put you down for, Mister?"

Anonymous said...

I'd assumed the girl would be Megan Fox hot to go through all this trouble. I hope Steve got the chance to roll her in flour. //c