What's it like being a man....

Was this newstory a cataclysmic event in men’s lives or not? I keep waiting for Peter Jennings to mention it but as far as I know he hasn’t. If, as a woman, I was told my sex was no longer necessary for reproduction I would feel changed forever. What about it then? How do men feel about this?


G. Nome, you know the forum rules better than this. If you’re soliciting opinions, IMHO is where you want to be.

Or do you think there is a collective “man” somewhere that makes this an appropriate General Question?

I am the aforementioned collective “man.” Let me answer.

We don’t care. 99.99% of women will still choose to get impregnated the normal, traditional, fun way.

Just you wait G. Nome. What’s good for the gander is not long in coming for the goose. While a man’s ability to be potent and reproduce is of concern, in my opinion it pales beside the degree to which many women (not all) feel this power thay have to “make life” defines a very substantial part of their being.

While the biological non-essentiality of men/sperm has occured first because our function is biologically simpler, the day is not far off (less than a generation) when a woman’s ovaries and uterus will also become non-essential and gay men can grow their babies in a nutrient bath and lesbian couples will impregnate themselves with each other’s genetic material sans sperm.

Oh what a wonderful new world!

Perhaps I just like the feeling of a good telling off in the morning.

It doesn’t really matter where I put it though, does it? Only one person cared to answer.

Why it’s good to be a man:

Your orgasms are real, always.

Your last name stays put.

The garage is all yours.

Nobody secretly wonders if you swallow.

Wedding plans take care of themselves.

You don’t have to curl up to a hairy @ss every night.

Chocolate is just another snack.

You can be president.

You can wear a white shirt to a water park.

Foreplay is optional.

You never feel compelled to stop a friend from getting laid.

Car mechanics tell you the truth.

You don’t give a rat’s @ss if no one notices your new haircut.

The world is your urinal.

Hot wax never comes near your pubic area.

You never have to drive to another gas station because this one’s just too icky.

Same work… more pay.

Wrinkles add character.

You don’t have to leave the room to make emergency crotch adjustments.

Wedding dress $2,000; Tux rental $100.

If you retain water, it’s in a canteen.

People never glance at your chest when you’re talking to them.

The occasional well rendered belch is practically expected.

New shoes don’t cut, blister or mangle your feet.

Porn movies are designed with you in mind.

Not liking a person does not preclude having sex with them.

Your pals can be trusted to never trap you with; “So, you notice anything different?”

One mood, all the time.

Sorry, two people. And, yes, I agree with Astro. This is just one bio-technological development in an endless chain of developments. Also, there is a theory that reproduction is just a by-product of sexual pleasure anyway. That’s always an interesting viewpoint to consider - that separating the two is not necessarily unconscionable.

All right, more than two people.

Guess you haven’t seen this site! It looks like a hoax to me, but ya never know! If true, it means we don’t need women to carry our babies for us! (Not that I’d want to do it any other way than the old fashioned way, but to each their own, I suppose.)

Being a man is like having a best friend who always wants to play with you and always knows exactly what to play.

I learned that women could have babies without males, back in Zoology 101 in 1958. This is only a new twist, because back then what they meant was that a woman could clone herself, if the right chemical reaction took place. It also meant that there could be a virgin birth, but that Jesus would be a female and an exact clone of Mary.

Seems like this new development will have many more uses and I also am not afraid that sex will go out of style.

Obviously no-one put a rifle in your hand and sent you off to kill the yellow man. Or put skewers through your chest and hung you up in the sun for three days. Or made you work down a mine 16 hours a day for 40 years. Wax is good. Wax is fun.