Is this sort of like an autistic spectrum thing for cats? Like Temple Grandin's body hugging cradle? to self sooth? or what is this?

D'aaw.

This is soul-soothing.

If the world does end, I think Martin Sheens soothing tones will make it easier for all of us.

Depending on the temp of the water and the force at which it is shot at your butt, the experience is completely variable. I can imagine non heated water in the middle of the night in winter would not be pleasant.

In SE Asia, it's goddamn mandatory, particularly when you consume as much hot chili/curry and beer as I do. Instead of chafing your asshole to death before walking out in to 34 deg.cel heat with 100 billion percent humidity, you get a cool soothing clean.

Some of them are literally as simple as a bent metal pipe hooked over the bowl and attached to a tap on the wall. Turn on tap, move butt around to get good coverage, brief dry and go.

After spending a few weeks in Malaysia, I came to significantly appreciate the bent metal pipe in the few sit down toilets I got to use which points directly at el bunghole, with a tap to the side of the toilet. Turn that bad boy on and let soothing water wash away the burning chilli and curry from your screaming portal to the realm of Nurgle the poo, followed by a brief pat dry with just 2 squares of paper (not a lot of double ply over there, with a double or triple ply you could easily get the job done with 1).

You don't even need a proper bidet, I reckon a small metal pipe, some hose, couple of pipe clamps and you too could be riding the soothing rush of water cleansing your nether regions.

ps. The "portion cutting mechanism" really needs that *shrink shrink shrink* noise from a slasher movie, that motherfucker is going to town...

Fascinating - and kind of soothing.
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That assault on the subway -- that happened to me at 11 am on a Sunday in NYC. Beautiful sunny day. Outside. I stopped to watch a street vendor with a crowd, and someone was jostling me from behind, I thought to see better.

I realized he was jostling me rhythmically and panting.

I had just finished a self defense class, so I thought I was prepared to deal with it. I turned.... and looked down. This tiny guy was standing behind me, with a tent in his pants. I was 6 inches taller than him, and outweighed him by probably 50 pounds. He just looked up at me and... shrugged. Shrugged and smiled.

I had the physical skills to decimate him, but we were taught in class to use the skills to protect ourselves, not to attack.

I wasn't in danger. So I turned on my heel and walked away. Joined my friend, laughing. I'm a tourist in NYC for six hours, and I get sexually "assaulted." How funny!

It wasn't funny 15 minutes later. I started crying, just like this woman. I spent the day with my back against the wall where ever I went. I couldn't stand to have someone behind me. I kept feeling him on my ass. All day long.

I finally asked my friend to replace the "muscle memory." So she put her hand on my butt where he had assaulted me, and said soothing words.

That worked.

For six months. Until I was standing in line for a movie back home, and the man behind me had a cold. I could hear him breathing and I internally flipped out. I kept moving so he wouldn;t be behind me, but he wanted to stay in line, and kept getting behind me.

I went into the theater, took a seat, and sobbed.

Over something that didn't physically threaten me.

I had guilt over how I handled it. I had just taken that self defense course, and I had heard a story that amused the hell out of me.

A woman was on a bus, rush hour, pressed into the crowd, when a guy started groping her.

Know what she did?

She said LOUDLY so EVERYONE COULD HEAR -- I want you all to know that THIS MAN, THIS MAN RIGHT HERE, is touching me. I did not GIVE HIM PERMISSION TO TOUCH ME.

He slunk away. He left her alone.

I wish that this video offered solutions.

It was frustrating to know that the blonde woman was in a car full of people, and she didn't have a voice. She wasn't taught to speak up and make a scene.

And it is months later, and because she didn't speak, she still carries that.

And it is months later, and she didn't offer a solution based on her experience. She is still caught.

I'll tell you one thing -- that happens to me again?

I'M SPEAKING UP. Calmly. Loudly. Assertively. With conviction.

THIS MAN. THIS MAN RIGHT HERE.

If all women did that, this crap would stop.

They count on us staying silent.

Tell this to the women you love. Tell them to speak up if they feel safe -- and a crowded bus, a crowded subway car? You are surrounded by people. Nothing is going to happen to you.

They operate in the dark. They operate in silence. They count on your embarrassment.

Turn it on them, embarrass the bloody hell out of them and this crap will end.

I thought I was thinking all these thoughts, but it turns out to be the camerawoman narrating.

Very soothing. Very sweet.

aww, man, soothes my soul. Love these videos. Awesome dad!

Those things are kind of awesome, when exposed to fire ant venom, they can detoxify themselves using a specialized butt gland full of soothing formic acid. (which is only really soothing when you're covered in alkaloid fire ant venom).

http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2014/02/140213142233.htm

@dannym3141 twisted my arm. I changed it.

Grumble grumble grumble.

To soothe my need for my affectionate nickname, allow me to say here:

GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY GRAMMY

I feel better now.

~95% of these parts com from cameras. I also have an extensive collection of these bits. Dismantling complex items like cameras down to their individual parts is an intensely soothing hobby.

The Soothing Sound Of Pitched Down Crying Babies. has been added as a related post - related requested by braschlosan on that post.

HAHAHA! So much for music soothing the savage beast!