Man, I’d hate to be Jill Rachel Jacobs’s boyfriend:
As someone of the female persuasion, I have spent a lifetime supporting the adage that size doesn’t really matter. Now I am relegated to role of poker-faced cheerleader since my not so well-endowed boyfriend’s attempts to satisfy in the boudoir have fallen short due to the severe emotional trauma he has suffered resulting from this latest attempt at envelope-pushing programming by cable TV producers.
Well, nobody reads the Huffington Post, do they?
P.S. How long has she been dating Keith Olbermann anyway?
P.P.S. Half the commenters over there are saying her piece is satire. The other half are asking why she’s telling the world her boyfriend has a small wiener. If it’s satire, I’m sure the boyfriend is OK with only half of HuffPo’s readers thinking he has a Vienna sausage in his pants.