I was sat in the pharmacy waiting room today, when something
shocking happened.
No, the receptionist didn’t pronounce my name correctly
(sean, sinead, siobahn, sharna etc), I didn’t collapse, and my child didn’t sit
still and read a book nicely.
I was sitting next to a woman with 2 young ones happily
minding my own business, when I was distracted by them.
One of the children seemed to be having an issue with his
bollocks and was squirming uncomfortably.
‘What’s wrong Godwin? His mother enquired. (No, his name is
not the shocking part)
‘Is it your PENIS?’? She asked unashamedly (and
exceptionally loudly).
I winced slightly and actually felt quite sorry for the poor
little tyke. I don’t think anyone else in the surgery really needed to know
about his downstairs issues. But what really got me thinking was her use of
language.
I recently read an article about how children turn up at
primary school with varying inabilities ranging from shitting their pants to
still believing in Santa at 5 (not the done thing anymore apparently). However,
the writer of the article seemed to take particular offense to children not
knowing the correct wording for their ‘bits’.
Apparently it leaves them wide
open to ridicule, and presumably some kind of psychological complex when they
discover that their ‘pee pee’ is actually a ‘penis’.
Personally, I hate it when people use the correct terminology
full stop.
As discussed previously, I have some prude like tendencies
that leave me vulnerable to extreme discomfort when people are too….’open’
shall we say. In fact, words such as ‘scrotum’ or even ‘breasts’ make my eyes
water.
I know, I know, I should get some kind of therapy to find
out whats going on...
It was actually one of the things I was most grateful
for when I found out I was having a boy.
After all, ‘willy’ is a word I can
just about muster. If I’d had a girl, I would be bang in trouble.
What on earth do you call
it??
‘Bits’ sounds a bit vague.
The one starting with F and rhyming with
Nanny just sounds so weird, like you might be referring to an aunt.
‘Beaver’ or
indeed ‘Muff’, seem distinctly age inappropriate for a child. Imagine taking
them to the doctors and explain about ‘beaver’ issues.
Then of course you have the actual name….vag... (I literally can't do it),
which I can hardly say, despite the undeniable fact that I am in fact
in possession of one myself.
Hardly trips off the tongue does it?
Therefore, I have made the firm decision that ‘willy’ will
have to do just fine, until the time requires otherwise.
For example, if he’s 16
or so and has a serious girlfriend, I may check that he actually knows what
everything is called, when I have the birds and the bees chat. Of course, if he
prefers another term then that will be his business.
Although, on that note, I do strongly recommend to any male
readers not to name it anything human – us girls tend to find it a tad
unattractive.
As for what will happen if I have a girl – I just don’t
know. I'll have to come up with something pretty and vague.
Oh…and apologies if I’ve in anyway offended anyone faint
hearted but I did call this post ‘What do you call a WILLY?’ So the clue was
kind of in the title.
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