Man, back in the day people must have had really unhappy asses.
'Shells'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I do remember hearing something about corncobs and the Pilgrims ...
Okay, whose ass can use shards?
Maybe you'd use the meat of the coconut? And then the milk to wash up? I dunno.
Dammit, this is going to be bugging me all day now.
I know. You'd find someone else and say, "I'll give you this coconut if you wipe my ass for me."
I've always thought personal hygiene issues like that would be a way bigger barrier to enjoying life in some romanticized former era than missing things like the internet or modern transportation.
I do remember hearing something about corncobs and the Pilgrims ...
When I was about four or five, I found a novelty "corncob with an electrical cord" in the bathroom of a relative's house. It freaked me out.
I found a novelty "corncob with an electrical cord" in the bathroom of a relative's house. It freaked me out
My mind is supposed to go where my mind is going, right? Right?
My mother, who grew up before Kleenex, pads and tampons, views paper products as the greatest inventions of the century.
From Wait Wait Don't Tell Me:
SAGAL: For your last innovation, please listen to this advertisement from 1935, read for you by Carl.
KASELL: Guaranteed 100 percent free from splinters.
SAGAL: What product was finally offered squeezably soft and splinter-free?
Ms. DAVIDSON: A hint?
(Soundbite of laughter)
Ms. DAVIDSON: Please.
SAGAL: Mr. Whipple got splinters in his fingers.
Mr. ROCCA: Oh my god, wait, oh my gosh.
Ms. DAVIDSON: Oh, it's the sponge. No, wait.
(Soundbite of laughter)
Ms. DAVIDSON: Oh, toilet paper.
SAGAL: Toilet paper, yes, of course, toilet paper.
(Soundbite of bell)
Ms. DAVIDSON: Oh, what else.
Mr. BODETT: It took until 1935?
SAGAL: Amazingly.
Mr. ROCCA: Geez, what my grandparents went through.
SAGAL: Yeah, exactly. The next time some television commenter starts telling you that things are just as bad now as the Great Depression, don't you believe it.
My mind is supposed to go where my mind is going, right? Right?
Yeah. Unless your mind went to "vibrator," because it wasn't one.
The electrical cord didn't actually do anything. I forget what it was called, but I think "Hillbilly" was somewhere in the name of the thing (it was still in its box).
Coconut husk fibers, maybe? Still pretty scratchy, but better than a whole coconut.