I was  thinking about the new book of short stories with more than 700 pages that I  ordered from the library with glee. It was written by a woman, and the review said there was a story involving a penis in each story.  Every woman I mentioned it  to laughed. The only man I told about it mumbled something about “penis envy.”  Then I thought how I would feel about a similar book written by a man about vaginas.  I wouldn’t laugh.