When I walked into the lobby with my girl posse, I was instantly impressed with the number of men about to enter into the swamp of self-examinations and lactation. As I was led to my seat, it became clear that the audience was an even 50/50. Not bad. Is it possible that said college was breeding some sensitive new age guys?

However, this utopia was about to be obliterated. As Tit Tales' musical exploration into the world of mammograms, slang and sexuality progressed, it became clear that the audience was clearly split into two camps: those who understood mammograms, and those who laughed at them (read: female and male).

In one scene, a character gets tips from her sister on how to prepare for your first mammogram. "Step 1: Lie down naked on your garage floor in the middle of the night. Step 2: Place your breast under the left rear car wheel. Step 3: Have a friend back the car over your breast, and keep it there for 10 seconds. Step 4: Roll over and repeat with right breast."

Women in the audience chuckled, and nodded. Yeah, it's funny, and yeah, it stinks. Mammograms suck. They're painful, they're humiliating, but they could save your life. The whole female segment of that audience got it. Mammograms hurt, but hey, we're all in this together. At least for the remainder of this 75 minute production.

The sensitive new age guys in the audience, however, didn't. In true Beavis and Butthead fashion, the men next to me said in a voices that were anything but discreet, "Uh, huh huh. She said mammogram." "Yeah, and she was like, touching her breast when she said it. Think she'd let me touch her breast if I said mammogram?" Other times, the men on the other side of me just laughed. Not the kind of laugh the women were sharing, the "You're feeling my pain, sister" kind of laugh, but a more nauseating kind of "She said breasts. Cool."

When the lights came up and I slowly started making my way out the door (bolted is more like it), I overhead a conversation between the two men behind me.

"So, what did you think?"
" It was funny. But, you know, I just couldn't relate. I felt so excluded, like there wasn't anything in it that was speaking to me."

Wow.

Aside from mammograms, what really sucks is that we still live in a culture when some men not only don't get it, but don't see any reason to get it. Not only did these men not even try to at least view this production as entertaining insight into every woman's gynecological destiny, they proved that there's little incentive for them to get anything out of a production like this but a hard-on and a few laughs. True sensitive new age guys would have used their newly found knowledge of mammograms to at least score a few dates ("I hear what you're saying, honey. Mammograms must feel like someone drove a car over your breast while you were lying naked on the floor of your garage."). Oye.