You know, I try to run a
respectable blog here. While I may curse
like an exorcized demon in real life, I go about as far as the word “ass”
amongst you bloggers and blogees. For you, I eschew the lurid and neo-pornographic and try to concentrate
on the insightful and mentally stimulating.
Then someone like prolific blogger
and podcaster Mitch Joel sends over a Surprise story like this from AdAge:
"Betty Beauty,a New York startup is getting big PR play by marketing hair color for the nether regions, billed as ‘color for the hair down there’."
Yup, pubic hair dyes.
Now, while this story most
definitely follows the Surprise Convention set out in this blog’s inaugural
post-cum-manifesto (oh great, now I said “cum”), while it indeed does shock and
will set tongues wagging (calm down, I mean people talking), it smashes to
smithereens the limits of decency I have so hard tried to set (and by “hard,” I
mean difficult).
Besides, with so much pop culture
savvy tucked away under my belt (oh please, that’s not a dick joke), this
down-below dye job is nothing new to me. In fact, I saw my first set of blue pubes back in the mid-‘70s. Settle down, it was in the film Pink Flamingos,
and they belonged to the nasty David Lochary (as Raymond Marble, one of “The
Filthiest People Alive”), pictured with matching blue head tresses below.
Anyway, not only has Mitch’s story
hurled my blog’s once-pristine reputation deep into the abyss of depravity, the
traffic onslaught caused by his mention of my “Pow!” in his extremely well-read TwistImage scandal sheet has crashed the servers over at TypePad,
and they have sent me a whopping bill for the repairs.
Like colored pubic hair, I guess some stories
are best left seen by a select few.