A man whose penis is always getting him in trouble! If not the most original theme, an animated new rendition by a Danish production company is probably unusual to target your version, John dillermand, before an audience between four and eight years old.
As reported in the guardian, John dillermand (to date, suggested translations include “John Penisman” and “John Willy”) is a picaresque series featuring the adventures of a slightly creepy and tearful cartoon man whose serpentine “diller”, prehensile, retractable and (albeit sensitive ) heroically extensible, he is truly the star of the show. Imagine something with red stripes, to indicate the harmlessness of the clown, with qualities of both Noo Noo and Mr Tickle; in fact you might see John Penisman as the missing one sir man history, the ur-text that the late Roger Hargreaves gladly chose to suppress.
In Denmark, the objections seem to have centered on the determined rehabilitation of the diller program from the centuries of semi-concealment and repeated disgrace that followed phallic ubiquity in ancient Greece. Some critics, possibly unaware of recent statements by American literature professor Judith Butler, argue that enduring phallocentrism and relentless male predation make John Dillermand’s exploits unwelcome. “It is perpetuating the standard idea of a patriarchal society and normalizing the ‘costume culture’ … which has been used to excuse a great deal of male misbehavior,” said Christian Gross, associate professor and gender researcher at the Roskilde University. guardian. “It’s meant to be fun, so it’s considered harmless, but it’s not. And we are teaching this to our children. “
The show’s host, DR Ramasjang, replied that he could easily have done a show “about a woman with no control over her vagina.” So maybe, if they had to animate the private parts of an adult for youth entertainment, the child announcer should have done it? It certainly would have made it easier, given the historical paucity of vicious vaginocracies and vaginocrats and the relentless real-life assaults of contemporary vaginas, for production companies to defend themselves against parallel criticism.
As for John Dillermand, the accident-prone diller took shape in his creator’s bedtime stories. And what could be more charming when Squirrel Nutkin loses his edge than the giant willy from Daddy’s imagination? Several episodes from an online selection show this now animated part as sometimes controlled and sometimes in control of its supposed owner, a careless man-boy who likes to do bodybuilding poses. At one point, the penis dutifully furthers John’s interests by helping him to, say, save the boys; another, behaves so badly that … well, it seems petty to spoil things when the supply of tense online drama is already approaching exhaustion. Overall, though, these genital achievements seem more calculated to cultivate than to dispel long-heralded female envy, as the episodes often end with the double act of saving the day, their inadvertent triumphs hailed in television reports. which John Dillermand is pleased to see.
So from a local perspective, it seems almost unbelievable that this character is not a sustained Boris Johnson parody and is therefore exposed to relentless competition from his real-life subject. If the series is ever shown in the UK, much of its purported absurdity will surely be vulnerable, when not lost in translation, to being overshadowed by the deeds of the UK’s first man-boy, someone long-handed. to bodybuilder posing and whose last name similarly, like pointed out by Zac Goldsmith with his ear for American slang, it means penis.
Even without that happy coincidence, it’s hard to believe that the Danish cartoon duo could seem dumber than the UK’s own Dillermand, for example, when he hung from the crotch of a zip line, or more mischievous than when he disfigured London with giant hairs. What could be more mischievous than sneaking out of work, as we know Johnson’s world appendage used to do, to get the friends and co-workers he has met along the way pregnant and then even more satisfyingly for his owner, not just for escape? with him, but is he actually becoming a party leader? And not from just any party, either, but one as phallocratic as is legal these days, whose luminaries enjoy joking about which of them has the biggest diller.
Some of us are still trying to forget the part of Sasha Swire’s diaries in which David Cameron’s favorite gossip about the genitals of his colleagues, particularly those of Michael Gove. “Like a sneak who comes down the stairs before the rest of the body,” according to Swire’s husband, a comment Cameron found “hilarious.” Under Johnson’s leadership, the Conservative Party is, of course, determined to make more systematic phallocratic advances, from the constant eviction of non-men from the cabinet to the profusion of single-sex subgroups that deny equality: “the quad“,”saving summer six“So the only mandatory qualification appears to be male anatomy, given the irrelevance of competence or intelligence. Although some additional male stances (thumbs up, here’s my whip / boxing gloves / black belt, see I can run) is considered a plus.
The all-male team assembled for next fall’s UN Cop26 summit critique confirms that, beyond assistant, sex provider, or profiteer, Johnson’s inept phalocracy still recoils from female recruitment, even as this degree of overt aversion suggests something more. darker than traditional Westminster misogyny or the lingering impact of male boarding schools. Isn’t there really a woman politician as worthy as the UK’s main hostess? Alok sharma (the minister usually prefix “hapless”)? The same goes for Lord Callanan (a Brexit nullity), the publicly rejected Zac Goldsmith and that helpful Etonian, Kwasi Kwarteng, along with Mark Carney, one Nigel Topping, and an all-male collection of negotiators and civil servants. Does the climate crisis only affect one sex, or are we blessed in the UK, as the other men who look up to these men imply, not with one but a whole brotherhood of heroic Dillermands?
Watch out, anyway, for the episode where the prime minister sends a battalion of his most talented penises to save the world. You’ll make it? What do you expect from Boris Penisman!
• Catherine Bennett is a columnist for Observer
George is Digismak’s reported cum editor with 13 years of experience in Journalism