There's currently a huge wave of outrage among librarians, about the fact that the word "scrotum" appears on the very first page of the new Newberry-Medal-Award-winning book, THE HIGHER POWER OF LUCKY by Susan Patron. Apparently, the horror of a dog's scrotum being stung by a rattlesnake, which is what occurs on that first page... clearly, it is a horror too great to be inflicted upon our children.
*drips venomous sarcasm*
I haven't personally read the book, but I intend to eventually check it out from the library, purely because I think everyone getting freaked out about a perfectly correct anatomical term is ridiculous. There's news coverage about the whole thing, which can be found pretty much anywhere, so I'm not going to link to that. Instead, I'd like to direct you to the blog of Charlie Colman Finlay, husband of my internet buddy, Rae Carson. Charlie is running a poetry contest to popularize the word "scrotum". It's ongoing until midnight tomorrow, whereby tomorrow is February 22nd.
My personal favorite so far, comes to us from the talented author, Leah Bobet. I shall quote it below, for your enjoyment.
by Leah Bobet
The English language moves, akin to sperm
in ways mysterious to contemplate;
Each phrase for manly parts, it has its term:
its rise and fall, its length and width and date.
But what if a once rigid word must fall
and cease to stand erect betwixt our lips?
Vernacular is brought low, that once tall
graced page and tongue -- our very language trips.
Where else do balls belong but libraries?
O bastions of collegiate night romance
Where 'tween stacks of dusty philosophies
The gentle scrotum 'scapes so oft its pants?
So mock not the kindly word, the sweet scrota
But pronounce it daily, weekly: set a quota.