A day will come when the number of male items on the washing line shall equal the number of female items.
And on that day, the female of the species shall breathe a sigh of relief as she fills her lungs with sweet-smelling air.
And the young males of the species shall vow to never smell as foul again and they shall declare their intention from henceforth to take responsibility in all matters related to personal hygiene.
Even, yea, unto changing their pants and socks more than twice a year and aiming their todgers within the porcelain of the toilet bowl.
And on that day we shall look to the heavens and, behold, from horizon to horizon our vision shall be filled with ...
... flying pigs.