For women and men who live for big, hard dongs, this baby will undoubtedly fulfill your every need. It's big, it's hard, and has g spot stimulation engineered into its very shape. For those of us with less accommodating orifices, the Jollet is overkill.

Upon first inspecting the Jollet, I was struck by its resemblance to the bottom half of a bridesmaid's dress. Shaped like a realistic penis that has sprouted an ass just below the frenulum, it tapers down to an ergonomically designed hand grip and widens back up at the bottom with curved ridges, ostensibly for clitoral stimulation. The happy-looking pink Jollet sat innocuously in my hands, still in its cheery packaging and already, I was worried.

Standing a surprisingly intimidating 7 and a half inches tall and boasting a nearly 2 inch girth near the top, there was immediate concern on my part whether this thing was even going to go in, much less provide me pleasure. Even though it's made of silicone (so don't use silicone-based lubes with it!) it's much firmer than a fully erect human penis.

My first go-round with the Jollet was semi-successful. While clitoral stimulation geared me up, the Jollet repeatedly attempted to help me out in the penetration department. Being much firmer than an organic phallus, it was relatively unforgiving and even painful to attempt to get it deeper than a few inches. The aperture in the bottom where a vibrating bullet can be inserted was useless to me since my clitoris was still a good five inches away from the base of the dong.

My second and final attempt was after my male partner had already smoothed the transition for entry. Going from the real thing, which is warm and made of skin, to the cold, stiff and rigid Jollet was a major letdown. The re-visitation of the painful sensation of trying to accommodate the g spot tumor was enough to make me say "yep, not for me."

It's my impression that there will be plenty of people who love to be penetrated by this baby: it's cute, engineered for the contours of a female and sizeable enough to satisfy the hungriest vagina. But for women who don't need to have every nook and cranny filled, it's more of a nuisance than a sex toy.

So, this ended up spending the next year or two on my mantle in my living room because, well, it was too hilarious not to. But of the many friends who picked it up and felt it, none thought that the texture and consistency of the Jollet seemed even a little appealing. It felt too hard and awkward, in addition to its strange shape, to look fun to any of them.