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Learning Day: Eyes Right 🌭

In 1920, a man named William Horatio Bates published a book about curing poor eyesight with eyeball exercises. His claims were dubious, disproven with even the gentlest application of the scientific method, and eleven years later he died a disgraced liar. Eyes Right with Bethany Alldridge is a 1992 VHS tape showing you how to use the same methods!

Before we work out those eyeballs, the video has a warning. Two warnings, in fact. The first warning is simple: This video is for people with eye “complaints” not eye “disorders.” So if your eyes have something wrong with them that affects your “vision,” you obviously aren’t going to cure that by moving your eyes around. You eye idiot. You goddamn dumb-eyed fool.

The second warning is sort of amazing. It takes what we’ve learned from the previous warning –how none of this is going to work– and places the blame on you. When this doesn’t fix your eyes, it’s because you will have not put in the work. And while it’s normal for a workout video to claim they aren’t responsible for your injuries, this is the first one I’ve seen that adds the caveat “fuck you even if you do everything exactly like we tell you.” You almost can’t hate a scam this plainly obvious that also opens with two warnings about both of the ways it will never work.

The host, Bethany, explains how a lot of eye disorders are psychosomatic. She says strengthening eye socket muscles can affect your vision, sort of like how your legs fall asleep when you sit down? Oh no, we’re only moments into this and she is telling us to rub our back because it, and I quote, “gets the oxygenated blood up to the optic nerve to get all of the toxins out.” This dingbat isn’t even trying. She sounds like she’s reading random words from pamphlets in her hypnotist’s waiting room. The last time I heard anyone giving medical advice this bad I told them, “Shut up and sew those goat testicles into my chest, Francisco. I have need of a six day boner.”

The most important move Bethany needs you to learn is called Palming. It’s going to be unfamiliar to anyone who bought this tape because it involves holding your head in your hands like a person capable of feeling shame. She warns you not to mash your eyeballs. You’re merely squashing them. If your vision is blurry, that’s mashing. If your vision improves and you no longer need glasses, w-wow. Please call science and tell them the secret was rubbing your eyes the entire time. Anyway, Bethany shows viewers how to squash their eyeballs with their palms for sixty seconds.

Now that you’ve learned the basics of eye medicine, it’s time for shoulder rolls. Your knee jerk reaction to this is probably saying, “what does this have to do with vision problems?” That’s your first mistake. If you had simply shrugged fifty times, you’d have perfect vision. At least that’s what Bethany seems to believe while they film her awkwardly, sometimes sexually, shrugging fifty times.

The mild non-eye exercises continue for ten minutes. Bethany has us move our head left and right. She shows us how to nod for a full minute and a half. I’ve seen Karate Kid, so I know there’s a good chance I’m being tricked into learning Head Karate, but as for improving eyesight, I think there’s a reason these techniques were all soundly debunked 60 years before they produced this video. This is dumb as fuck. This idiot is bouncing her smooth brain against the sides of her ape skull and calling it eyeball science.

Bethany explains there’s no real way to know how long you have to do these exercises. It’s suspicious, and not made any less suspicious when they show some clipart of people who have “thrown away their glasses.” There’s not a single testimonial. No one comes on to say, “I nodded and shrugged for ten minutes a day, and after a week I told my quack eye doctor to shove his glasses up his ass! They’re lying to you! All the optometrists ARE LYING TO Y– oh no, they’ve found me! The potion didn’t wor–!”

No, they assume you believe every bit of this flagrant nonsense and you’re ready for medium-intensity looking up and down. Be sure to take frequent breaks from this ordinary eyeball motion to hold your head in your hands. Check with your local scientists to see if that’s something.

Next try side-to-side. What’s special about this video is that it’s exactly as stupid as your laziest imaginings. Like if you asked someone what an eye workout would consist of, they’d say, “Looking around in different directions, I guess?” You can’t invent something dumber. The fact that it doesn’t work is secondary to how even if it did, there’s no possible way you’re not already an expert in it. The blindest dipshit in the world would create the exact same eye fitness routine as the leading professor of eyeball science.

It’s time to move on to the most advanced direction to look– around in a circle. Bethany seems to think she invented this, and says “Don’t worry if your first attempt at circles becomes triangles. Keep trying and you’ll get better.”

Is this something that’s hard? Maybe living and working inside an American Gladiator Atlasphere has made me an eye circle genius, but I got this on the first try. And maybe making love inside an American Gladiator Atlasphere has opened my mind in ways Bethany can’t conceive of, but looking around the room in increasingly stupid ways won’t reshape your cornea.

The point is, there are really only a few ways to look around, this video found them, and none of them will help as stated by science and the VHS tape’s own disclaimer. But aside from wasting thirty minutes of your day for the rest of your life, it’s harmless. It’s not like they’re telling you to go outside and stare directly at the su– oh no.

Bethany says, “SUNNING is simple. Go outside. Close your eyes and look at the sun.” So you’re telling us the secret to improving our eyes was cooking them sous vide? Jesus fuck. And Bethany tells us, “Bates says to do this for 10 minutes 3 times a day if you can.” A lot of people can’t spare a half hour a day to grin at the sky like an ape broken by captivity, but it’s up to you if you want to put in the work.

Bates, as I mentioned, is that disgraced doctor from 1920 who notably did not make glasses obsolete. I counted twelve different times during this video where Bethany says “Bates says…” followed by ancient stupidity. The makers of this video read one book, a hundred-year-old get rich quick scheme by a discredited grifter, and they cite it like they’re medical researchers.

Okay, that’s enough sun. If we really want to improve our vision we need to sort of wiggle back and forth. This is called SWINGING, and why not? We’ve already looked around in all four directions and baked our face. Fucking do a little dance, who cares?

You should also blink, which is a thing that gets its own section and explanation. It’s when you sometimes close and open your eyes really fast. Let’s see… what else, what else…

Reading! Bethany explains, “Bates says you should read every day.” And they show her doing it for sixty uninterrupted seconds! While they explain reading! Listen, I’ve seen this kind of thing happen before, but never on this scale. Imbeciles who decide to become educators always assume they are teaching people dumber than they are. It makes sense. But when you’re teaching something that doesn’t exist, but is also too basic to require teaching, it creates a kind of stupidity spiral where their intended audience, by necessity, must become less and less capable. Anyone still watching this video must need the very concept of reading explained to them, and they need to see a woman holding a book for a full minute to really get it. I swear I’m not setting up a bit when I say these assholes are one segment away from teaching us how to wash our face.

So Bethany teaches us how to wash our face. She literally leans over an imaginary sink and splashes make-believe water onto her eyes. With the rictus grin of a North Korean prostitute, she pretends to dry her eyes with a towel. “Bates says this is very good for the eyes as it creates a massage-like vibration.” Or to put it another way, “A long dead liar claimed washing your face is like a vision-improving eyeball massage and here is an amateur mime performance about it.”

They explain a few more helpful exercises like “MEMORY OBJECT” which is really looking at objects and then trying to remember them, or “OBSERVATION” which is really looking at objects and then nothing else. You could also try “ZOOMING” which is watching your hand slap you in your own stupid fucking nose. 

Which leads us to SQUEEZING. Just fucking squeeze your face and silently scream and it’s so simple I don’t know why eye doctors even bother existing. Every optometry school should be replaced with this:

If you want something more stimulating, the section called “EYE GAMES” lists all the games that can improve your vision. They cite Dominos, backgammon, and other dice games. Wait, also card games, any games with colorful shapes, Scrabble… it seems like if you’ve ever played a game, any game of any kind, you may have accidentally given yourself perfect vision. But let’s talk about NOSE PENCIL.

You draw things with a cute little finger pencil on your nose! Every person you see without glasses does this for three hours every day after they’re done sun-baking their eyelids. Anyone still blind this long after this amazing video was released wants to be.

The last section is called EDGING, but it’s not the kind you’re thinking of because if you do it right you will absolutely cum. You’re welcome, now fully satisfied and perfectly visioned reader. You’re welcome.


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Learning Day: The Novelization of Mary Kate & Ashley Olsen’s Navy Propaganda Film 🌭

What do these movies have in common? Top Gun. Black Hawk Down. Armageddon. The Adventures of Mary-Kate & Ashley: The Case Of The U.S. Navy Adventure.

You’re right! They all feature a sailor pup named Clue! And they’re also the same genre– Action/Mystery/Military Recruitment Tool. Most people know about this military-entertainment complex. It’s pretty universal knowledge how the DOD funded Top Gun but did you know they also funded a 2012 Katy Perry music video where she gets revenge on her cheating ex-boyfriend by joining the Marines?

Yep, Katy Perry danced around in full combat fatigues underneath an American flag to show that man… he should consider joining the marines, I guess? The U.S. has more women in the armed forces than any other nation, and we hope our progressive values come as a comfort to you after we turn your homeland to craters and Halliburton Snack n’ Gos. Women weren’t allowed in combat until 2013, but there was still plenty of demand for female officers before then. Plenty of demand means plenty of recruiting, and in 1997 if you wanted to get little girls interested in something, you slapped Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen’s face on it, whether it’s lip-gloss, hairdryers, or military service.

The Adventures of Mary-Kate & Ashley and The Case Of The U.S. Navy Adventure is both a straight-to-video movie and a children’s Early Reader Chapter Book released by the twins’ Dualstar entertainment group. There were 11 Adventures Of Mary-Kate and Ashley movies and corresponding books released from 1994 to 1997, and most of them were vehicles for backdoor advertising to young girls. They were set at locations kids might like to vacation at, like SeaWorld, space camp, a Carnival Cruise ship, etc. At the end of the movie, the girls always say something like, “We solved a mystery, yay! And we couldn’t have done it without BILL’S LEGALLY STILL DRIVEABLE CARS.” 

It’s hard to watch The Adventures Of Mary-Kate and Ashley today because the Olsen twins have very understandably scrubbed most of their early movies from the internet as much as is humanly possible. It’s also hard to watch because the Olsen twins do a rap about the Navy in it. 

The song was called “If I Ran the Navy” and featured the twins listing some cute things they would change about the Navy, but for some reason they only gave their songwriter an hour to write it, so it’s got lines like, “A few simple changes is all we would make. Did we mention each meal would be full of Bundt cake?” And then they hold up a cake which was extremely poorly made by an intern who didn’t know what Bundt cake was and didn’t try to find out. So here’s a fun fact: you live in a world where it’s easier for a production crew to get access to a naval destroyer than a Bundt cake.

I know it shouldn’t bother me this much that they didn’t get a Bundt cake because they knew no child would know the difference between a Bundt cake and any other kind of cake, but no kids are psyched about Bundt cake! It’s old people’s cake. It’s the cake your grandma disappoints you with when you think you’re going to get a real cake. Every Bundt cake looks like an ancient architect tried to portray the beauty of prolapsed colons with stale cake.

All the writers needed to do was rhyme “bake” with “cake,” and they whiffed it so bad! “Did we mention each meal would be chocolate cake?” Works fine! Or, “Did we mention Mary-Kate owns a radical snake? Making this movie was a huge mistake.” There are so many better options!

You might notice the screencaps from “If I Ran The Navy” include only shots of Mary-Kate and Ashley. This is because they’re the stars of the video, but the novelization adds a pivotal character: Mary-Kate and Ashley’s older brother Trent. 

Trent Olsen appeared in a few of the early Mary-Kate and Ashley videos. He was played by their real-life brother “Trent,” in the same way Elizabeth Olsen appeared as their younger sister “Lizzy” in several more Olsen Twins movies. While Trent isn’t in the film at all, he’s a central character in the book– an eleven-year-old boy who thinks the U.S. Navy is really cool.

The typical setup for an Adventures of Mary-Kate and Ashley movie is an adult calling the twins with a mystery that needs to be solved. They are kid detectives like Nancy Drew, but there are two of them, and they’re real children who hate their jobs. It’s adorable. 

In the movies, the twins ride their bikes to wherever the mystery that needs solving is. In the case of The U.S. Navy Adventure, that means riding their bikes to Hawaii, which I’m not at all mad about. It’s adorable kid logic that makes sense in the context of the story. UNLIKE THE BUNDT CAKE. But the author of the novelization of The U.S. Navy Adventure found that too whimsical of a way to get the girls to Hawaii. Instead, she has the twins go to Hawaii with their family after their parents take a job with the U.S. Navy. This also allows the book to squeeze in as much Navy as possible. If they could have renamed the Olsen dog, U.S.NavyRules Olsen, they would have.

Having the whole family there also gives us more Trent time! Trent plays a video game where he’s blowing up aliens as the girls try to help a group of UFO enthusiasts track down what they think might be a crashed alien spaceship. The girls are super annoyed by Trent, which must have sucked for their real-life brother Trent reading about how annoying he is in a popular children’s book. 

Since The Olsen family’s dad ran Dualstar before the twins turned eighteen, I have to question his decision to cast his other two children as cheap actors in their productions but limit their roles to minor antagonists for the Olsens. 

Trent doesn’t have it as bad as Elizabeth Olsen, who, sure, turned out fine, but at some point in her childhood had to dance to a song about how terrible she was. The song B-U-T-T Out literally has a line that says, “we’d rather be picked up by a twister than tagged along after by a sister,” and Elizabeth Olsen is just right there hanging out. I hope they lied to her about the lyrics and told her it was a song about how she’s super fun and her sisters love her. 

Anyway, the girls discover what they think is a crashed UFO that has Chinese writing on it. Their parents arrange for them to meet up with a Navy admiral who’s an old friend of theirs for a Pearl Harbor Navy base tour. The twins tell Admiral Dewey about the “spaceship,” and he tells them that it’s actually a Chinese satellite that’s fallen out of the sky before it’s supposed to. You know, because the Chinese Navy can’t quite live up to the wonder and majesty of the U.S. Navy. Then the Admiral pulls out a T-shirt cannon and starts launching bald eagles out of it into the majestic U.S. skies. Sorry, that’s what would have happened if they had the bald eagle budget. 

In the book version of the U.S. Navy Adventure, Trent tags along and makes a bunch of unhelpful comments about his video game. While in the movie version, he continues happily not existing. All of the pictures included in the book are stills from the movie, so they are notably Trentless. 

Suddenly it’s revealed that the information the girls received from their UFO enthusiast buddies points to another Chinese satellite crashing to earth in a populated area. The U.S. Navy springs into action!

The Navy is always prepared seems like a weird thing to say at Pearl Harbor but, you know, yikes. Sean, can I say that? Is that too dark?

Editor’s note: Liddy, these brave men and women were trained to navigate around potential ambush sites. By saying these exact words at this exact location, they sailed directly into that punchline. And on the sea, as it is on land, gross incompetence is grounds for ridicule. Besides, if the Navy was serious about eliminating Pearl Harbor jokes, why’d they let Michael Bay direct the movie? Checkmate, ocean.

The only logical thing to do is drag these adorable twin detectives and Trent, especially Trent, along on an adventure to use a laser to explode a satellite. Why a laser and not a missile, you ask? Um, because it was the ’90s and lasers were super cool. Blowing something up with a missile was so ’80s. This is a hip Navy. It’s just like Trent’s video game, a comparison that’s made several times! 

We then take some time to learn what everyone’s job is on the Navy ship, complete with Trent gasping, “I wish I could do that!” 

“Boy, have I got some paperwork for you to sign, son,” Says the Admiral but first, to blow up that satellite! At this point, the Olsen twins pretty much disappear from the story in favor of Trent, who the Admiral lets show off how good he is at targeting a deadly satellite. Trent nods when he thinks the TAO should fire.  Everyone cheers for Trent! The character added to this book at the last second who then slowly took it over! 

What was the expected outcome of this? Was the Navy hoping boys would pick up the book because it said U.S. Navy on the cover and skim over most of the Olsen twins stuff until they got to Trent? Did they think a girl might read this for the Olsen twins and then get bored with Trent and pass it off to her older brother, who likes video games and boats? Or does the Navy have such a big budget they can kind of fire money out of their bald eagle cannon at whatever filmmaker happens to be nearby? 

We hit one more time that the Navy are heroes, and if only Trent were in the Navy, he could have been a hero too! Curse these anti-child sailor laws! Let Trent enlist! Let Trent enlist! LET TRENT ENLIST!

The Olsen twins give the Admiral a flag with their faces on it– a bold gift. Note to self: give everyone a Sovereign Nation of Liddy flag for Christmas and demand they fly it whenever I visit. The Navy flies the flag, and based on my limited understanding of the military, I think it means the Olsens run the Navy now? Which I guess means there are some lonely men on a big boat eating terrible cake right at this very moment.


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Learning Day: How’d You Like to be the Iceman? 🌭

Hello! I’m here to show you a pop song from 1899. That’s right: the long-ago year 1899. I’m like a time traveler. I am basically H.G. Wells. But a version of H.G. Wells where the initials stand for something dirty (“Horny Guy”?). Because this pop song is secretly a sexual time machine.

Here is the song. It’s called “How’d You Like To Be The Iceman?”, written by J. Fredric Helf and Edward P. Moran, performed by Will F. Denny. I provided a link to the song because I am an Honorable Blogger. But I encourage you to never hear it.

Definitely don’t try to hear it while reading this. It’s too weird! You won’t be able to focus! Also, as audio? It sucks. It’s full of 1899 Microphone Crackles. Its musician is playing the single broken piano every American was sharing at the time. And as far as performer Will F. Denny goes, there is a reason you have a concept of “funny old-timey voice” in your head. Some people talked funny in 1899. And Will F. Denny is the not-funny, aggravating real version of that stereotype. Also, he’s barely doing “music”. His musical influences seem to be Scott Joplin, H.H. Holmes, and a bystander shouting expository information to The Shadow.

Here is why I care about “How’d You Like To Be The Iceman?”: I’m pretty sure this one weird song invented an entire cultural concept of Blue Collar Sex Guys. You know this trope. It’s as American as apple pie. An apple pie delivered by a too-helpful milkman. Who’s making eyes at one of the home’s adults. Or both adults! Some people form The Devil’s Picket Fence with any “pool boy” (sex-wink) or “pizza delivery guy” (sex-wink) who services them (sex word). Of course, this trope is borderline made-up. It’s a joke slash fantasy. So how did it get invented? How did it get in everyone’s heads? I do not know for sure. But I believe all those trope-guys sprung (SEX-WINK) from this one 1899 novelty song.

“How’d You Like To Be The Iceman?” was 1899’s song of the summer. According to Atlas Obscura, it would’ve topped the Billboard charts, if there were charts for Edison wax cylinders. 

What is an Edison wax cylinder? It’s like a lot of turn-of-the-century technology: it barely worked, it’s ridiculous in retrospect, and it changed all of our lives forever. The cylinder’s laughably tiny few minutes of recording space invented all good songs. And those cylinders are the other revolutionary technology in my podcast episode about refrigerators.

Before the first popular electric refrigerator (G.E.’s “Monitor Top” in 1927), Americans had iceboxes. That was a big box that kept your food cold, through the advanced technology of “you put ice in it.” Basically living out of an Igloo™ cooler. It was cruddy, wonky, borderline stupid technology that made everyone’s lives one million percent better. Your vegetables lasted more than two seconds, now. Your family would not die, so much. And because everyone wanted that, everyone depended on constant home delivery of gigantic blocks of ice. How did that work? Ridiculous global ice-harvesting gathered the blocks. And then burly delivery men serviced that giant package with their last mile if you know what I’m sayiiiiiin.

Before electric refrigeration, burly ice delivery men were an entire profession. “Icemen” had wagons and funny mustaches and everything. And historians say most city homes received daily ice deliveries, plus special orders. Icemen carried the heavy ice blocks out of wagons, into homes, often up flights of stairs…and the resulting muscles got people dreamin’. 

Then 1899 came along. And something weird happened, even by 1899 standards. That nationwide smash hit novelty song portrayed icemen as playboy millionaires who bartered their ice for alcohol and sex. I know that sounds like a massive creative leap. It sounds like a world where Paul Blart Mall Cop portrayed that character as Tony Stark. But I am not making this up! Read the lyrics for yourself, if you love squinting at old sheet music. Or stick with this summary

Now please take a look at the song’s peak. Here is the particularly hardcore lyric:

We’re all adults here. We all know “kiss” was 1899-speak for “porkin’.” And don’t get me wrong: not every Dick Fight Island explodes (pained sex-wink) into the entire world’s subconscious. But this “withholding-yet-willing ice/fuckman” trope took over the world. Atlas Obscura says it got re-recorded, spoofed, and performed across vaudeville. Somebody did a whole separate hit song in 1907, subverting the trope and insisting “All She Gets From The Iceman Is Ice”. An Australian poet wrote a lament for sad ladies when electric refrigerators replaced their sexy icemen thirty years later. And one hundred twenty one years later, my li’l podcast reached at least one person who has some ~questions~.

Anyway, that’s my research. Now we must move beyond research, into the rarified air of Guessin’ Stuff. Because I feel the sexy icemen never went away. I guesstimate that they splintered into a constellation of specialized sexy blue collar men, which I’ve asked Seanbaby to diagram like so:

Editor’s Note: Schmidty, I incorporated all your notes into the final graphic. Great article! I learned one new ways to bang lonely wives!

So thank you, sexy icemen. Your legacy has touched us all, with hands far too clammy to be erotic. And also thank you, Brockway, for replying to my “SUBJ: sexy icemen” e-mail with this comic book image:

Because if that one particular bubble doesn’t flush this 1899 song out of your head, nothing will.

Alex Schmidt is a funnyman and educator. Listen to his acclaimed podcast Secretly Incredibly Fascinating wherever ice is delivered.