The first time I had my prostate examined, it was..
1) After I had wrestled a burglar in my house to the ground, wrenching my back's already herniated disc even further...
2) After I had checked into the emergency room at Johns Hopkins...
3) Been put on a morphine drip...
4)... By one seriously incredibly hot Asian female internist, who did the prostate checking.
Let me tell you, in the state I was in, I still believe I clearly recall telling her that if my wife weren't waiting outside, I'd be proposing to her, and I didn't even need the cigarette afterward.
And thankfully, for the colonoscopy I had in '04, they knocked me out, since obviously the last time I was invaded there, thankfully there's not a single chance that they could top the experience.
So, without any regret I can say that I'm not either over 50 nor an expert on the finger condom.
(And let me say I'm amused as hell about this particular threadjack on terribleturnip