A PSA on my local radio station for prostate checkups:
Man: I’m so nervous about getting a prostate cancer exam. Will it hurt? I don’t even know where my prostate is.
Announcer (big booming voice): Get a grip on yourself!
Me: :eek: :eek: :eek:
So, try it out at home to see that it’s not so bad?
Man: Oh! There’s my prooooh—ah … oh. Ooh. Wow. Hey, ah … do they make, y’know … a home testing kit?
So, it was a PSA (public service announcement) for a PSA (prostate serum antibody) test? 
Just a quick blood test and a quick finger up your ass.
Early detection can keep you alive. 
The exam won’t necessarily hurt, but I had to sit down for a good ten minutes afterward.
The digital exam takes less than 10 seconds and is mildly uncomfortable. I trust having prostate cancer would be several orders of magnitude more uncomfortable.
I think the OP was referring to the actual phrasing of the announcer’s answer, not the need to get a prostate exam done (e.g. if the announcer had said “Don’t be such a wuss!” there wouldn’t be anything to comment about).
Finger? Waitaminute! The last time I had one, the doc had both hands on my shoulders. So what was he doing back there? :eek:
Yeah, it’s all laughs until they decide to really check you out. Then it’s “Hey, guess where all this barium is going?”
John Harvey Kellogg: Give Mr. Lightbody 25 gallons of yogurt.
Mr. Lightbody: I’ve got a bad stomach! I can’t eat that much yogurt!
JHK: Oh, it’s not going in that orifice, sir! :eek:
I wasn’t sure if it was that, or the OP’s shock that someone is ignorant of where his prostate is.
No, no, no, you’re only supposed to do that if your doctor is so selfish and insensitive that he doesn’t give a reach-around while he’s, ahem, “palpating your prostate.”