There are so many really bad puns I want to make in this post, but I’ll refrain* because (1) I’m a professional and (2) my mama reads this blog.
*I’m still going to make puns. They just won’t be the really bad ones.
Some people go to Iceland for the incredible scenery. Others go for the impressive history. I went for the penises.
According to the museum’s website, the Icelandic Phallological Museum is the world’s only museum dedicated to the science(?) of phallology. And, as far as I’m concerned, a visit to Reykjavik isn’t complete until you see how you compare to a sperm whale’s penis. Compare in height, of course.
I win at being taller. The sperm whale penis wins at looking more like the world’s most terrifying leech. So we’ll call it a draw.
With the exception of almost getting poked in the eye by a narwhal penis (not meant to be dirty – this really almost happened), visiting the museum was a blast (meant to be slightly dirty). Where else are you going to get the chance to see the nether-regions of a horse and a hamster and a walrus and a whale all in one afternoon, other than a really traumatic trip to the zoo? The museum was a little light on the interpretation, but what it lacked in information it made up for in sheer volume (I swear, these things are writing themselves) . There was no pretense or apologies for the content, everything was interesting, and the museum never took itself too seriously. You should absolutely visit.
Here are a few of my favorite pictures from the most specific museum I’ve visited so far (These images are currently kept in a folder called “BestIcelandPenises.” I should probably change that).
Have you been to the Icelandic Phallological Museum? Did you notice that after you were there, EVERYTHING outside the museum looked like a penis for the rest of the day?