But recently I saw a tweet that stated “Balls. Don't be afraid to have a pair. #girlsmakingstrides”, and I realized that I had bided my time for long enough. I needed to clearly state somewhere the obvious problems with the whole balls-strength equivalency, because not only has this phrase been passed from woman to woman, it's something you can apparently hashtag to indicate feminist progression, and that's just stupid.
Let me preface this by saying that I'm a huge supporter of balls. Balls retract in the cold, dangle in the heat, and, in a fascinating personal detour of observation, encompass both the superficial characteristics of skin in both the young and elderly, phasing from wrinkled to smooth and back again in some hypnotic immortal time loop. Poetry and gushing fandom aside, balls, and testicles, are structurally unsound. Two dangling, soft fleshy sacks bouncing about in pants (with various degrees of restraint to that bounce, depending on what you wear to secure those testes); balls are weak.
Pussies, on the other hand, are fairly structurally sound. They do not generally dangle, preferring to stay secured within, and boy are they secure. Pussies have strong muscles inside of them, capable of delivering orgasms, cramps, and babies before lunch (but thankfully not at once). They have insane powers – one might say superpowers – for like Stretch Armstrong of yore they can grow mighty and big before snapping back into place, relatively unscathed. Generally speaking, you don't want to try that out with balls.
Balls can get injured in a multitude of ways. In MMA, there's a brief stoppage and a guy gets a full five minutes to recover when a direct hit to the testicles happens – and for good reason. Balls hurt a lot when they get hit, and a severe enough hit can do permanent damage. Heck, guys hurt their balls just by falling, but it takes a lot of ingenuity and bad luck for a woman to sustain pussy damage after a fall. There are the inevitable “get hit in the balls” jokes, which don't work nearly as well when a girl takes a shot to her pussy (unless the joke is about how hilarious it would be if it actually hurt a girl to get hit there). From personal experience, I'd say getting a hit to the pussy feels a lot like getting hit anywhere else where the bone is pretty close to the skin, with perhaps some sustained feeling around the clitoris that doesn't really feel bad per se, more like intense rough stimulation just happened there when you weren't ready for it. Pussies are survivors, and they take casual hits like champs – no five minute recovery necessary, but we'll take it to calm the little lady down, thank you.
However, to be a “pussy” is to be weak – as defined by current colloquialisms. How does that even make sense? Biologically, both pussies and balls are related to virility and reproduction, yet balls pulled away to the finish at the last second? Stuff and nonsense. This is merely sexist linguistics at play.
Every chance I get, I switch the terms. “What a pussy” becomes “what a balls”, and calling someone a “pussy” is a phrase of pure admiration at the sheer strength that individual possesses. Sometimes I slip up, and usually my friends – primarily the male ones – catch me on it and steer me on the right track. I have great friends. I'm hoping that my small efforts will catch on, and maybe in a century or so adults will have to explain to students reading books with phrases telling somebody to “grow a pair” that the author meant, well, to be strong. And that will seem ridiculous and incredulous to that room full of students, who know the obvious: balls are great, but pussies are stronger.
Want to make strides? Ladies, don't grow a pair, own that pussy. Be that pussy. That is one strong fucking pussy over there.
The rest is up to you.