Posted: 7/13/2004 5:08:47 PM EDT
I was watching VH1 a couple of nights ago (I know, I know) and they had one of those reality shows. They had a group of semi-famous people on and the first night they had sushi for supper served on top of a voluptuous and hottie asian woman (this is important for later). For those who haven't seen this, they take a clean (hopefully) young woman and lay her on a table. They strategically place greenery over the 'private parts' and then sushi and sashimi on top of that. Similar to what some (?many) of us have done with whip cream and a previous girlfriend. Being the primitive Neanderthal male that I am, I was very intrigued by the whole spectacle. I've heard of this type of sushi/sashimi presentation before, but I had never seen it. A couple of the guys on the show had some problems with the woman essentially being used as a 'table' for the meal and refused to eat. Although one of these guys didn't like sushi to begin with. The women on the show and one of the guys had no problem and just dug in. My wife had a moral dilemma. If she decides to end my double salivation by using her channel-changing powers, she risks having me: a) get on the computer b) Put in a tape of a WWII documentary c) go clean guns So she leaves it there and I ask her if I could eat sushi at such a table. Her: No. Me: What if you were there? Her: No. Me: Could I watch you eating sushi?  Her: No. But you could eat at 'The Man Table'. Me: The Man Table?  Her: Yes, The Man Table.  Me: As in, a man covered in sushi?  Her: And only if there was a curtain between you eating at The Man Table, while I was eating at The Woman Table.  Leave it to a good woman to ruin a great fantasy.   |