Dicks of All Sizes, Shapes and Colors

NEW YORK - In the sensitive post-wardrobe malfunction world, some are questioning whether a guitar was just a guitar during Prince's Super Bowl halftime show. Prince's acclaimed performance included a guitar solo during the "Purple Rain" segment of his medley in which his shadow was projected onto a large, flowing beige sheet. As the 48-year-old rock star let rip, the silhouette cast by his figure and his guitar (shaped like the singer's symbol) had phallic connotations for some.
NFL Spokesman Greg Aiello said that the NFL has received no complaints. "We respect other opinions, but it takes quite a leap of the imagination to make a controversy of his performance," Aiello said. "It's a guitar."

Of course it is. But it's a guitar because you KNOW it's a guitar. Suppose you just cut to it after a play or something; then what would you think it is? Phallic symbols are nothing new. They are present in our everyday lives. Here are four that you might recognize:




Comments

msliberty said…
brahh hahahahahaha

I didn't see that Bu$h pic coming.

Perfect!
February 11, 2007 at 12:09 AM
Pam said…
hee hee. that bush pic took me by surprise too! Very clever ;-).
February 11, 2007 at 7:40 AM
Anonymous said…
the first one looks like a cactus to me. prince's guitar didn't look nasty to me-people want to see things that aren't there.

now there is no denying that last one. LOL. looks like a dick with ears to me.
February 11, 2007 at 8:06 AM
Kate Michele said…
Hahaha....you are too much.
February 11, 2007 at 4:33 PM
supergirlest said…
ROTFLMAOSIGDOTFAR!!!!!! (is that right?)

anthony - you kill me sometimes!!!
February 11, 2007 at 7:01 PM
Sparky Duck said…
Im scared because I saw the Bush picture coming
February 11, 2007 at 9:57 PM
bananas62 said…
loving this post!!!!
February 12, 2007 at 8:43 PM
Anonymous said…
Symbols are designed to reveal what the observer already has in his/her mind.
February 16, 2007 at 9:52 AM
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