Paul Rudnick serves up the best take on the scrotum controversy that I’ve seen in this week’s New Yorker. Or at least the funniest. An excerpt:
"Betsy Barstow, Colonial Girl"
One fine morning, as Betsy went to the village well in the Olde Massachusetts Baye colony, she ran into her best friend, feisty Katey Karmody.
"Oh, Katey," said Betsy, "I have such news! My father and my brothers are joining up with the militia to fight the British, so that we may all be free!"
"Oh, Betsy, that is news!" cried Katey. "My nipples are like muskets!"