WARNING: Mild vulgarity alert.
Confessors, you must trust Your Plainsman: I am not a prude.
And I'm sure you will all acknowledge that I love The Hardline. (Indeed, it is part of my confession.) Mike is an incomparable broadcaster, a historic figure. Corby is terrific in medically supervised dosages. Danny = bacon. Grubes -- well, you know, perfection really doesn't require further description.
And we must also admit that it is highly presumptuous of your lay Plainsman to advise The Hardline, one of the most popular radio presentations in the US, on how to make the showgram better. Although the fear of presumption has not stopped me in the past, I concede.
So I will make this a respectful suggestion:
Stop talking about female genitalia.
Good lord, as Danny would say. These guys are in their forties and sixty. Their vaginal references make them sound fourteen. It soils the show and the station. It is on the border of misogyny. References to "grooming" and odor. Jeebus.
I like guy talk. Sometimes guys talk dirty. Sometimes they speak disrespectfully of women as part of the normal guy bluster and one-upping and joking. But too often, The Hardline slides across the line to sheer grossness.
Sex talk I can handle. The gynecology and hygiene I urge them to dial back.
Please -- I'm begging now -- please don't make me punch P2 and suffer through whatever RaGE is slinging.