Almost as cool as Men's Pocky

Back when I was in 6th grade, we did a kitchen midden activity for an archaeology unit. Apparently, quite a bit of what we know about the lives of everyday people in ancient times was gleaned by going through fortuitously preserved, stratified piles of trash.

A bunch of teachers in my middle school contributed bags of trash toward the activity, and our assignment was to go through them and make rash conclusions about what life was like for the individual whose garbage was sitting on our desks (did I mention I went to public school?). My team, a cadre of awkward wannabe grungesters, concluded that our subject was totally obsessed with weight issues and secretly hated her cats.

I wonder what an archaeologist 2,000 years from now would say if they saw some of the products we use. Just a cursory glance at our bathroom yields these 21st-century Proctor & Gamble gems, among other things:


Okay, so I think that long buildup was kind of unnecessary and I reeeeally secretly just wanted to post about how Eli's deodorant is called "Showtime" and the idea of him waking up in the morning and putting on "Showtime" before heading off to work, half-asleep, is endlessly amusing to me.