(This one is for JM.)
Slate : Bangkok Vice, part III : Doing My Bit for the War Effort

On stage, five absolutely stunning Thai women in bikinis danced listlessly, while at regular intervals a naked, chubby Thai woman entered, dropped to her knees, and proceeded to pull various household items out of her moneymaker—the more dangerous-seeming the better. The first time, she grabbed a string, and out came two dozen one-inch nails. The next performance was razor blades. Watching it felt like undergoing FBI profiling: If you find this erotic, you may be a serial killer.

The only nonmacabre moment was the mini bananas (pingpong balls are apparently out of fashion and were never used), which the performer would individually chamber and then catapult into the crowd. As we ducked the incoming missiles, I realized too late that the front row was the splash zone. It was like the Vagina Monologues meets the Shamu show at SeaWorld.

(C’est moi qui linke.)