If he instinctively takes a look at some other ape in a tight pair of Levi's, he'll quickly avert his eyes and look as guilty as the dog that jumped on the table and ate the roast. True, Kong's nutsack will eventually look like a deflated Swiss ball, but he'll be much more manageable. In my humble opinion, these women should have gotten themselves roommates instead of husbands. Either that or pet poodles. The bookstores are filled with books about how women have been brow beaten and spiritually suffocated by men, but I think men, in many ways, are a lot worse off than women.
Women have an outlet for their frustrations.
Men, however, don't talk about how their spirits have been squelched. If, somehow, men everywhere suddenly were cajoled into expressing their feelings about their lost manhood, they'd probably start busting up the place as if it were a room at the Sheraton and they were members of the 60s rockband, The Who. They don't have any experience verbalizing their frustration so they'd get physical. Either that, or they keep it to themselves and watch their dicks turn into vestigial organs. They're just acquaintances, and you're as guarded among them as the guy who was hiding Anne Frank in his attic when his wife invited a bunch of Nazis over for brunch.