Ann Jones

You remember Patricia Brennan?

She's a professor at Mount Holyoke College, a legend, a reproductive anatomy cataropera, a duck penis discoverer.

Surprise, surprise.

Science was full of dicks and studies of dicks.

Literally.

Richards.

And Roberts.

Johnsons.

And Billys.

To them, it didn't really seem important to look at female anatomy.

And this is where Patty wants to see these penises in action.

So she makes a heap of moulds in different shapes out of glass.

Swirls to the left, swirls to the right, tubes with bends or blind corners, just like the pouches in the female duck's anatomy.

She goes to a duck farm where they've got male ducks trained to ejaculate into little beakers.

Further side note.

I know, right?

And she uses a slow-mo camera to watch the ballistic fire of a duck's trouser snake.

Its spiralised sex carrot couldn't make it past the U-turns of the female reproductive tract.

So the female duck could avoid impregnation from a male, even if she might not be able to avoid a coerced sexual event.

So why would a duck need this anatomy?