History of the Condom

by duncanr

condomMen of a certain age (I am one) will remember a time when the main source for acquiring condoms was the local barber shop. After a shave and/or haircut, the barber would casually ask if ‘Sir, wanted something for the weekend?

It was a loaded question!

To refuse, meant admitting to the barber and the other male customers that you were a sad pathetic loser that couldn’t get any action. I am sure I wasn’t the first man to buy a condom I had no prospect of using just to save face in front of the other customers

Go on then. Give me one. I might get lucky,‘ I’d say

And then the buggers would twist the . . . knife even further to maximise their profit – “Just the one?” they would enquire – a pitying expression on their face implying their poor opinion of my seductive powers with the ladies

Better make it two. She might have a sister

Three would be safer”. he’d reply. “you might get lucky with the mother!

The reason I decided to grow a beard and wear my hair long was I couldn’t afford a trip to the barbers – although I did manage to reduce my financial losses for a while by re-selling the condoms to my sister’s boyfriend :lol:

Why am I telling you this?

It is National Condom Week, starting on Feb 14th

To mark the occasion, condom manufacturer ‘Trojan’ has released a video documenting the history of condoms from animal skins to the gossamer thin latex ones of today.

The video can be found here – http://tinyurl.com/a9bk5aa

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6 Comments to “History of the Condom”

  1. I have never been offered that at my barber

  2. In Ireland not too long ago, you could only get them in city chemists. They went out the back of the shop to get them. If you asked in the wrong chemist you got a very frosty, ” We do not sell that sort of thing here!”

    • That explains a lot !

      When I was in my teens (a long time ago now), I went to Bangor for a couple of weeks with the Boys Brigade. We met a bunch of girls who invited us to a party in Belfast. Full of optimistic expectations of how the party might turn out, we ‘volunteered’ the most ‘mature’ looking guy to buy some condoms while the rest of us waited outside the chemist. He came back out clutching – a comb – claiming they didn’t sell condoms. After the 3rd chemist – and the 3rd comb – he refused to try any more ! :lol:

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