“Is it a dildo?” I ask.
I am IMing with my editor; we’re discussing an upcoming story about Jim O. – the new limited edition Boris Hoppek-designed art toy from Fun Factory USA. “Or is it just ‘Art: form of dildo?’ Like Zan from the Wonder Twins?”
She sends me an animated laughing emoticon.
Granted, I’m chuckling, too, but journalism is journalism. (Somewhere, my favorite and almost-certainly-dead professor is rolling his empty eye sockets at me; I can practically hear him. “You were supposed to be Carl Bernstein, not Al Goldstein, schmuck.”) Jim O. is sort of cute in a Mr. Bill-meets-R. Crumb kind of way; an unassuming little guy with a 70s game-show host hairdo and a bouncy, decidedly feminine badonk and a pretty impressive if scaled-to-size dong, but he doesn’t look particularly insertion friendly to be honest. He’s kitschy. He’s pop-arty. But he’s also phthalate-free and comes in a box with a lube sample, so the question really should be answered. I press on.
“Seriously, are people going to put this thing in their ass…?” I think for a second, realizing my vagueness, and continue typing: “What I mean is: yes, of course they will – but are they SUPPOSED to?”
More LOLing. Business meeting time of death: 4:57 p.m. Just in time for happy hour. But still, the question lingers.
I am IMing with my editor; we’re discussing an upcoming story about Jim O. – the new limited edition Boris Hoppek-designed art toy from Fun Factory USA. “Or is it just ‘Art: form of dildo?’ Like Zan from the Wonder Twins?”
She sends me an animated laughing emoticon.
Granted, I’m chuckling, too, but journalism is journalism. (Somewhere, my favorite and almost-certainly-dead professor is rolling his empty eye sockets at me; I can practically hear him. “You were supposed to be Carl Bernstein, not Al Goldstein, schmuck.”) Jim O. is sort of cute in a Mr. Bill-meets-R. Crumb kind of way; an unassuming little guy with a 70s game-show host hairdo and a bouncy, decidedly feminine badonk and a pretty impressive if scaled-to-size dong, but he doesn’t look particularly insertion friendly to be honest. He’s kitschy. He’s pop-arty. But he’s also phthalate-free and comes in a box with a lube sample, so the question really should be answered. I press on.
“Seriously, are people going to put this thing in their ass…?” I think for a second, realizing my vagueness, and continue typing: “What I mean is: yes, of course they will – but are they SUPPOSED to?”
More LOLing. Business meeting time of death: 4:57 p.m. Just in time for happy hour. But still, the question lingers.
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