I watched the Amy Schumer special over the weekend and it solidified this statement: Women talk about their genitals. Men don't. Is this is why fathers have so much difficulty in discussing them their sons?
Women talk. If they're having an issue, they'll seek advice from a mother, sister, or girlfriend. They'll seek medical attention, if need be. After all, as Faithful Reader Jean commented, if women want contraceptives (the pill, an IUD) they have no choice.
Guys won't do this. We'll suffer in silence. We think, Maybe it'll go away or Maybe this is normal. We'll look for some remedy for sale online that could do more damage than good. If we dare to broach something with a buddy it would probably go something like this:
"Can I ask you something?"
"Absolutely. I'm here for you buddy."
"Are you sure? I mean, you're not gonna get all weirded out, or anything? Promise me you won't get all freaky on me."
"Bro, I'm telling you: I'm here for ya."
"So... Uh, you know, there's this...thing...going on with my dick - "
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop right there! What the fuck, man..."
Instead of doing the right thing and taking a look to help if we can.
And that's just plain...well, sad. What are we so squeamish about? Guys, we dudes need to chillax about the subject of our packages. We really do. We need to man up, here.
And the more we do, the easier it might be to shed the inhibitions instilled in us by our fathers, so that sons feel confident enough to ask questions. So they'll know "normal"
Or more importantly so they'll know when something isn't right.
Get a grip, men. Talk. Share information.