Now if you were from a groin-centered culture, you wouldn't be in forums trying to shed light. Instead, you'd be in a back-alley-way 'plastic surgeon's ' (aka: " I vas qualified veterinarian in my OWN country" -- and gee, I nearly misspelt that in tune with the theme of this post: smack, smack) ... arranging for some swarthy ponce to ferret away in your private regions while telling you how deliciously tight he was going to make you, all the better for that homosexually inclined old man with the clapped-out Mercedes to enjoy your vedding-night, heh heh heh.
People from groin-centered cultures focus a lot on agricultural themes, such as length of penis and size of vagina: they're raised hearing that sort of conversation. The vedding-nite thing is big with them. The bridal gown created from finely crafted corn-silk and trousseau painstakingly chewed by blind old women with no teeth, all of which puts the father of the bride and several of his sons into 20 years debt.
So having a hymen replaced after it was ruptured in childhood by over-affectionate uncles, is par for the course. Those ugly old husbands have to have their conceit catered for and they can have the bride shot at dawn or made bald or cooked in oil or something if she fails to have a drum-tight flap of skin to be painfully penetrated on the vedding nite. It's in the holy books or someplace where women are born to suffer and suffer in the groin region. That's a big part of the enjoyment for the men.
Heaven forbid they should evolve by two or three hundred thousand years and catch up with the rest of us, who fall in love with a personality and whose egos can cope with the fact our beloved may have enjoyed themselves with someone else before we met them.
And seeing you don't understand this groin-centred culture's fixation on skin-locks on women's reproductive organs, it's a jolly good thing you're you and not some poor female trapped within a male-dominated society, that's all I can say, young Flyers. A male-dominated society where the men wear dresses, to boot !
Imagine it: a man in a dress approaches on the vedding nite, weilding his penis like a battering ram in order to smash aside your expensively re-sewn hymen, while the oldies wail in ecstasy under the window, awaiting the bloodied bridal sheets so they can parade them boastfully through the town. After that, it must be all downhill: six kids in as many years and the only thing to look forward to being those first grey hairs which proclaim you sexless and thus tolerable.
Gee, what bliss, huh? (I'll get booted for this
)
This is costing
thousands of dollars .. and all it will do is just PAINFULLY get ripped up again as soon as they have sex.
