I don’t think I’m terribly easy to gross out. I have an acquaintance who practices amaroli – the ayurvedic term for “urine therapy,” meaning she drinks her own pee – and I’m OK with that, even if I think it’s weird and probably not doing her any good. But this is goddam disgusting: eggs soaked and cooked in the urine of little boys. It’s a Chinese delicacy, according to Reuters. Specifically in the eastern Chinese city of Dongyang.
“Basins and buckets of boys’ urine are collected from primary school toilets. It is the key ingredient in “virgin boy eggs”, a local tradition of soaking and cooking eggs in the urine of young boys, preferably below the age of 10.
“There is no good explanation for why it has to be boys’ urine, just that it has been so for centuries.”
The claim is that they have remarkable health properties.
First they are soaked, then boiled in the piss. Then the shells are cracked and they simmer some more, in the piss.
The eggs then sell for $0.24.
Among the ailments they’re purported to stave off are heat stroke and joint pain.
Chinese medical experts, however, aren’t so sure and some are “warning about sanitary issues surrounding the use of urine to cook the eggs.”
The holy grail for many or most filmmakers and novelists is the brilliant, funny, sad trifecta. Some have achieved it, others it has eluded. But all should take note and watch this hairy drunken man perform the whole of Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” in the back of an RCMP car.
“It has nothing to do with having been sort of intoxicated, as YOU PROCLAIM!” he argues. “It has to do with brotherhood of man on the Planet Earth,” before launching into a forgiveably off-key and shouty rendition of the classic. As one YouTube commenter pointed out, it would have been made perfect by the cop joining in for a “Let me go!” “Will not let you go!” exchange.
Wonder how this all turned out, who he is and who originally posted the video….
Remember this? Hahahahaha! Good times. I’ve had this in my head all day, thanks to my husband who once heard me sing it and started singing it but doesn’t know it because he’s not from Canada and doesn’t know what a Peek Frean is or how serious they are, as a cookie, I mean.
Check out these awesome pics of the exotic dancers of yore. The images are from the Charles H. McCaghy collection of exotic dance from burlesque to clubs at Ohio State University.
I love this totally grouchy looking lady above. And the horse costume! That’s the best thing ever.
Here are a few more:
And just for comparison purposes. Times have changed, huh? See the rest of the collection over at Ohio State.
I’m really busy so here’s a video of Takeru Kobayashi setting a record by eating 13 grilled cheese sammiches in one minute at SXSW.
This summer, Waldo finds YOU.
Ha. Almost as good as this one from a couple of years ago: Werner Herzog reads Where’s Waldo.
“Oh, zere he is. Hello, my little friend.”