Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Horror Paper
In Japan, the author of horror film The Ring, Koji Suzuki, is marketing a nine chapter novella aptly named "Drop" which is embossed on toilet paper.
The novella which, according to the manufacturer Hayashi Paper, can be read in just a few minutes, is set in a public restroom. "Drop" takes up about three feet (90 centimeters) of a roll.
The company promotes the toilet paper, which will sell for 210 yen ($2.20) a roll, as "a horror experience in the toilet." Toilets in Japan were traditionally tucked away in a dark corner of the house due to religious beliefs. Parents would tease children that a hairy hand might pull them down into the dark pool below.
And there you have it peeps.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Shitapai
The eroticism of the shitapai (literally “the breast from underneath” or “the lower half of the breast”). This is a huge fetish in Japan right now. Consider it a new way of looking at/fantasizing about/eroticising the breast on the toilet.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Dig, Poop, and Roll
Dig, Poop, and Roll
The first time I saw a naked mole rat, I was wearing a hot pink unitard. My undergraduate modern dance company – shudder-worthy words, I know – was performing in “Boo at the Zoo” in Philadelphia. As best we could tell, this quaint Halloween variety show was designed to keep young witches, goblins, and Bratz Dolls safely inside the wholesome city zoo and off the dangerous city streets.
We decided to forego our Rape of Nanking docu-dance to Pink Floyd in favor of a family-friendly Rusted Root number with feathered masks. Afterwards, eight bewildered Disney princesses heeded their mothers’ demands that they clap, and we threw on flip-flops and hoodies, and wandered off to enjoy our free zoo admission...
The first time I saw a naked mole rat, I was wearing a hot pink unitard. My undergraduate modern dance company – shudder-worthy words, I know – was performing in “Boo at the Zoo” in Philadelphia. As best we could tell, this quaint Halloween variety show was designed to keep young witches, goblins, and Bratz Dolls safely inside the wholesome city zoo and off the dangerous city streets.
We decided to forego our Rape of Nanking docu-dance to Pink Floyd in favor of a family-friendly Rusted Root number with feathered masks. Afterwards, eight bewildered Disney princesses heeded their mothers’ demands that they clap, and we threw on flip-flops and hoodies, and wandered off to enjoy our free zoo admission...