There’s this awesome old joke-prank. Tell (most of) your friends to laugh in advance:
Two penguins are in a bathtub. One asks,
“Hey could you pass the soap?”
The other says,
“No soap, Radio!”
And then you all laugh, and the poor schmuck who doesn’t know the joke asks “what?” or pretends to laugh to save face, and either way you’ve managed to alienate one of your friends at their expense, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you German?
Anyways. Saw on boingboing (a favorite blog) that this guy had apparently gone without soap and shampoo for an entire year. The theory being, human bodies are self-regulating, and wouldn’t have evolved a dependence on chemicals not naturally occurring in the environment. Soap don’t grow on trees. He says it was the best decision he ever made: he claims his hair and skin are soft and pleasant, never oily or dry, and his wife often comments on how nice he smells (he still bathes! Jeez there is something off with you today. First making your best friend feel weird with a nonsense joke and then this assuming that I’m reading about some dirty hippy. That’s just gross I don’t read blogs by dirty hippies Ick.)
Can you guess where I’m going with this?
Don’t know how feasible this is, considering I’ve heard that showers only occur once a week in the villages here, so we’ll have to wait and see where I’m placed. A once-a-week bathing plan might have to include soap. HOWEVER. This is the whole fun of traveling abroad! Potentially smelling like a hermit crab. I am going to try this for a month and see what my wonderful and amazing body comes up with.
So I’ll let you all imagine this in glorious detail whilst I’m going about my day and composing another post of Georgian happenings for y’all. And trust me, there are many more happenings.