When I was in my 20s, I would ask for two whole hands of jalapeños on a sub. Well, my catcher’s-mitt-sized hands, that is. Along with all the normal fixin’s. Like, the jalapeños would make up more than half of each sub’s non-bread contents.
And I would frequently eat two of these monstrosities in a single sitting.
I would often have the staff put more and more on because as Filipino ladies, their hands were tiny AF, and they couldn’t imagine eating subs like that. So they were always starting out with 10-20 slices scattered along the entire sub and I was like, “NO. Grab an entire fistful. As much as you can grab. Put that on one end. Then repeat three more times along the sub.”
I mean, I could likely still have that amount of jalapeños on a sub. But I would be stuffed after just one sub, these days. The hollow leg of my youth vanished during my fifth decade, and I’ve been inconsolable ever since.
It took me until the early 2020s to realize that men even have body washes in the first place.
Keep in mind that I abandoned broadcast TV around 2001 or 2002, so I completely cut all commercials out of my life.
Then when the first adblocker became available for Phoenix (later Firebird, then Firefox) around 2004, I was all over that like white on rice. So since 2004 the only ads I have had to suffer were when I set up a new system whose browsers needed configuring, and later once my browser protections became too strict and I needed a “naked” web browser for user-hostile sites that tied spyware and near-malware into site-critical functionality.
So I have been “out of the advertising loop” for a very long time, and always saw bodywash as a female thing. I quite literally never “got the memo” that body washes came for men.
And I’m not likely to get any, either. And not for any stupidly sexist reasons - after five decades on this rock, I am just habituated on bars of soap. I just don’t like the showering/soaping-up experience without bar soap.