Soap. It’s not just for bathing anymore. (Or, I was way ahead of the trend.)
Yesterday during my daily read-around, I ended up on a great blog called Dead Class Pets. In reading through several of her posts from this week, author Sarah wrote a piece about a new trend in cleanliness (read her post here: Dead Class Pets.) Apparently there’s a new development in soap: making it look like food items (Swedish fish, for example).
Now, I must say that when I read this I puffed out my chest a little bit. You see, I was quite the soap-eater back in The Day. Apparently as a tot I really enjoyed a nice fresh bar of Ivory soap, but I also branched out into Irish Spring (it was such a pretty green).
I am a first child, and you might think that my mother would have been mildly alarmed when her first-born picked up the soap out of the water and began gnawing on it. This was not the case. Mom is also a Registered Nurse, and as anyone who has one of these (or an MD, perhaps) as a parent can tell you, nothing short of a severed artery is worth getting worked up about. What’s a little soap in the system? Ivory is 99.9% pure, or some such thing. How bad could it be?
Turns out, it’s not bad at all — at least it hasn’t affected me (certainly that I’m aware of. Feel free to add your $0.02, friends and loved ones). Added bonus — or not — the threat of washing my mouth out (while never used in my house growing up) would have been a delightful turn of events: soap in the middle of the day, not served while naked and wet.
And I know you all are wondering, so I’ll tell you: it’s kinda salty. And has a nice texture on the teeth. Yum….I’m going to head for the shower.