When you think about Rick Perry, The New Yorker would like you to think about squeezed testicles
When I think about The New Yorker, I think of no testicles...
‘Male’ New Yorkers statisically spend too much time altogether thinking about male genitalia.
From the article in The New Yorker -
“When he was a freshman, in 1968, the student body looked much like him: white, male, determinedly rural....”
Not that there’s anything wrong with that...