Wascally Wabbit

I may not have been writing much here lately, but that doesn't mean I've abandoned you. And I have been accumulating lots of links to odd, amusing, and sometimes even informative stories, in hopes that a theme will jump out at me. And what do you know! One just did.

I'm not sure if this is a sign of a litigious society or an actual hazard we should think more about, but the Boston Herald ran a story a couple of days ago about a woman going to court over injuries she received from her I-Vibe Rabbit vibrator. Apparently her rabbit vibe — a warning here for the squeamish — leaked battery acid and she ended up in the emergency room with burns to those parts the incontinent rabbit happened to be buzzing at the time. She is suing the manufacturer of the vibrator (Doc Johnson), the store where she bought it, and then the battery manufacturers AND the drug store who sold her the batteries for good measure.

Speaking of Doc Johnson, there's a fun piece over at The Village Voice where columnist, Tristan Taormino, describes her visit to the Doc Johnson factory in North Hollywood:

"Rarely do people ask themselves, "Where do dildos come from?" before they pick one out in the store, bring it home, tear into the packaging, and take it for a test drive. They are such personal items that bring us great pleasure. And there I was, at their place of creation. I watched with great reverence as double dongs made their way down an assembly line, suction cups were methodically attached right under the balls of realistic dildos, and bottles were filled from huge vats of strawberry-scented lube."

And then, funnier still, is yet another Doc Johnson-related story. Having read about the Oklahoma City judge who had to step down from the bench after he was found using a penis pump under his robes, Emily Pepper of the Weekly Dig decided to see if penis pumps really worked. And yes, she picked a penis pump from Doc Johnson! Like a good researcher, Emily set to work:

"I've got a willing test subject, Mike, who's hanging out on my couch, ready for an evening of Academy Awards and penis pumping. Nothing like watching Oprah talk about The Aviator while casually vacuuming your knob. Mike pumps away, as I watch, fascinated, and pepper him with questions."

One, I need to meet Emily. Two, my Academy Awards were nowhere near as interesting. And three, stay tuned for my own research on Smartballs and trampolines. Research subjects may apply at the usual address.

Comments:

• back to the Smartballs & trampolines, huh?

  good! : )

  Posted by JeN  on  04/01/05  at  07:30 PM
  
  

• That’s right. And your application is overdue.

  Posted by Prospero  on  04/02/05  at  12:09 AM
  
  

• Doc Johnson dildos are my favorite, granted they’re the only kind I’ve tried.  It would be interesting to visit the factory where they are made, though it is probably much more fun to use the dildos than watch them be assembled. 

  Posted by Alisha  on  04/23/05  at  03:37 PM
  
  
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