A series of brainwashing camps were formed with the toys being a foundation to hoard the kids together, with the end-goal being to use America’s own children as trained pilots to bomb Pearl Harbor. The genocidal program’s platform was carried out to perfection, despite many of the mothers protesting the Japanese toy manufacturer. How did Chinpokomon subvert the criticism? Each and every time the men protested to the Japanese toy company, the guy representatives for Chinpokomon would paint a picture of self-pity, claiming how much they felt they were beneath the American men in self worth because of their “small penis” sizes.
This hilarious Asian stereotype tactic was used to perfection, successfully feeding the egos of the American men and the protests would be subdued each time.
It finally took the banding of women, the very mothers of all the victimized children to team up and fight the Japanese to end the nonsense.
How did they do it?
The mothers didn’t fall for the Japanese toymaker’s penis remarks. It was brutally obvious that they didn’t have penises, which made it easy for them to sidestep the distracting comments the Japanese toymakers were using to hide their evil intents.
The episode was hilarious and worked on many levels in terms of humor.
But in American culture, we do place a lot of emphasis on the value of the penis for men. Manhood is directly linked to penis size and performance. In fact, it wasn’t until I put away my penis and manhood at Arly’s birthday party that I started having social scenarios where I was fully accepted as the woman I am and present as.
The men in South Park were so susceptible to their ego being stroked when complimented on their penis size, that they were relegated and reduced to useless docile puppets.
I’ve been on both sides of that fence, where I relentlessly pursued penis enlarging compliments through racing cars, monetary accumulation and prestige, womanizing, and other dick measuring accolades and activities. And because I was never a guy, the fuel required to uphold a guy facade was like trying to fill an abysmal pit, frequently resulting in exhaustion and injury for my former self.
However, before transitioning and living authentically, the facets and nuances required to live successfully and functionally as a guy was rehearsed for 30 years, deeply imprinted onto my CPU. So occasionally some outputs still come out with guy emphasis and undertones, even though I present and live as myself, a woman.
I’m still susceptible to aggressive behavior, dick measuring, and posturing from time to time.
Recently, I went out to lunch with some coworkers to get burgers at Five Guys. The topic of Tetris somehow came up and I just had to put my imprint on the conversation. It was a social situation I would have undertaken differently if given a second chance, but in the heat of the moment my old default behavior got the best of me.
Habits are hard to break, and for us later transitioners, who have spent decades presenting as the wrong gender, it can be a tough chore to break these patterns.
Although I’ve taken well to my transition like a duck to water, I’ve had my fair share of challenges. Each successful and empowering story I have with compliments about my fashionable presentation to helping strangers at Macy’s with shoe purchases are accompanied by opposing occasions where I brag about my Tetris playing abilities to 2 men at work or wanting a convertible Mercedes to show off to people at the clubs with what would be the equivalent of a metal phallus.
And don’t get me wrong, it would be super nice to have the wind flowing through my hair as I drive down the 405.
But I’m working on improving my choices, choosing better.
Through time, readjusting attitudes and behaviors, I’ll get there.
I know what I choose to focus on will determine how I feel about my life, and I’m choosing the positive aspects of my experiences to recollect and reminisce.
And like my good shapeshifting friend said:
“The ability not to have to worry if you will be seen as having a tiny dick by the others around you, because they already know you have a pussy, can be enormously liberating in the process of claiming your own life.
Let all the dick-swingers posture. Women can live by different rules.”