Why do parents insist on naming their child's man bits things that are bound to scar them for life?
I know grown men who still blush at the word "penis" and balk at the word "vagina."
I blame the baby boomers.
THEIR parents just didn't talk about body parts. Such things weren't discussed but baby Boomers? They were Bound and determined to be more open.
So "willy" and "johnson" and "peepee" and "dinky" were so christened.
My mother followed this crooked path as well. I was in my twenties before I could pronounce the name of the female and male sex organs without dissolving into ugly fits of girlish laughter.
But I still can't look anyone named "Lucy" straight in the eye.