[WKW Note: I had tried to e-mail a copy of this post to someone, but due the repeated use of the word “penis” the spam filter kept rejecting. So then I replaced the word “penis” with “piñata” and tried sending again. It still didn’t work, but now changing it back seems wrong.]
Hello again everyone and welcome to “Movies I watched on My Ipod Theatre” the blog post where we look back at a movie I recently watched on my Ipod, then chat amiably about things that may or may not have anything to do with the film.
Today, we look at piñata.
The Perfect Piñata
“From the dawn of time, it’s been man’s most enduring relationship … ” begins The Perfect Piñata, a 2006 UK documentary by Krishna Govender, as it takes you on a look at the piñata enlargement game and those that need it, and those that just think they need it.
Let there be no doubt that The Perfect Piñata is the type of viewing experience that will have a man pondering his own piñata.
Personally, I’m perfectly happy with my piñata, and it seems as though the one other human who matters in the life of my piñata is happy with it, as well. Of course, it’s by no means a threatening piñata. The type of piñata that stands on street corners, whistling at girls and trying to show how much it can lift.
No, my piñata is the type of piñata you’d take to a ballgame. If you needed butter, and lived near my piñata, my piñata would lend you some without question. It’s a happy, mind-its-own-business, credit to the community type of piñata. If my piñata were a member of society, its name would be Joe and it would be an insurance agent. And when people talked about Joe, they’d say “Joe, yeah, he’s a pretty good guy. A straight shooter.” If my piñata were in NASCAR, it would consistently finish 13th. Not winning any big awards or garnering massive press, but developing a strong, loyal fan base. My piñata would always eat lunch at the same diner, and tip just slightly better than the previous piñata, but not so much that the waitresses rushed to serve it.
But back to the film.
There’s lots and lots of piñata in this film. There’s a young guy who thoughtfully expresses how his inner needs will be met if his now slightly larger than average piñata were even more slightly above average. There’s another guy who started a career teaching people the vast complexities of jelqing at his Web site, Matters of Size. Jelqing is basically the stretching of the piñata as a way to hope that it gets longer. It’s sort of the “If you keep making that face, it will stay that way” approach to piñata enlargement.
“Invest a little bit in your piñata, people, because it’s worth it,” said Mike Salvini, master jelqer.
In the end, what you take from The Perfect Piñata is that there are a wide variety of those that want to alter their piñata. There’s even a guy whose fallen in love with having silicone injected into his piñata and testicles, leaving his testicles at nearly two feet in circumference. It’s the scene, man. Dude’s genitalia looks like a soccer ball wearing a cap. Completely unusable in matters sex for him, but wild nonetheless.
The film does touch on those with actual problems who can benefit from piñata enlargement. Two percent of men have a micropiñata, less than five centimeters. These are men with loneliness and depression, who can benefit greatly both physically and psychologically with enlargement. The film also broaches the subject of those born with mixed genitalia, but doesn’t focus too much effort on a subject that is more than weighty enough for discussion on its own.
Mainly The Perfect Piñata focuses on men who seem to be suffering from a cousin of the illness that some with eating disorders suffer. They are looking to fit societal standards that don’t really exist. If there are underlying emotions of those the documentary spoke with, it’s of sadness and/or a disassociation from reality.
“Wow, that’s what the perfect man should be, especially when you see them with these gorgeous women,” says Dean, who underwent piñata enlargement during the course of the documentary, about male porn stars.
When you’ve come to the conclusion that male porn stars are the perfect men, it could be time to reassess your values.
In the end, however, you get the general feeling of “what of it.” There are risks to these procedures but many men take them willingly. In most cases, it has the same social significance of breast augmentation. Overall, one would wish for a world where less importance was placed on the piñata, but if men with perfectly fine piñatas want them enhanced, understand the risks and have the means, well, this is a free country, even for piñatas.
The Perfect Piñata is interesting and not for the faint of heart. And watching it will make you think of your piñata if you happen to own one. And if you do, trust me when I say this: your piñata is likely as friendly as mine. Have yours give Joe a call sometime and they can have lunch at his favorite diner.
–WKW
Crossposted at Shakesville