Yesterday, the blog Jezebel wrote about the product of all products: a special “mint” for all you lovely ladies out there. But this particular tasty treat doesn’t necessarily have to remain in your mouth… “Think of it as an Altoid for your lady parts or, as its website explains, “A small, naturally sweetened flavoring, free of artificial dyes, which was created to flavor the secretions of a woman when she is…”Whoops, sorry! I got censored by the SM aunties. You’ll just have to visit the NSFW link for more information. But what’s the desi angle, you ask? Or is this just another self-indulgent sex post?
Turns out this product, which is appropriately (or not) named “Linger” includes the most brilliant marketing campaign I’ve seen to date. It takes the exotic-Indian-man-angle, a sure crowd pleaser. (My theory is Jen Kwok is behind this spiel.)The product’s website tells the sensual story of how Linger became introduced to the unwashed masses in the Western hemisphere:
On a first time trip into the heart of India, I fell instantly for a soft spoken, aristocratic man. He was tall, built, and well dressed. His voice was deep and husky, his eyes dark and intense, his skin the color of caramel. He spoke in precise words; his accent adding a musical quality. We spent hours together, which turned into days, then weeks…
This brings to mind a couple of questions. (“Who is this man and where can I find him?” are not among those questions because my mom reads this site and if you’re reading this post mom, let’s talk purity & proposals later, okay?) A commenter on the post says it best, “I’m surprised no one’s mentioned the “exoticism” angle to this pitch—a woman (presumably white) goes to India and picks up a “caramel”-skinned lover. Because third world countries totally exist for our enjoyment, ya know?”
Oh, but they do, dear commenter, they do. Everyone loves them a caramel-skinned-man, right? Right? To learn more about this man, check out the product’s original website which is very, very not safe for work.
And those mints? I would read the disclaimer very carefully if I were you. The words “yeast infection” were mentioned. As for the actual origins of this exotic Indian tasty treat? Sorry to disappoint you, but they’re not from India, they’re made in Jersey. Hmm, could the story be referring to Edison, New Jersey, India? I heard those brothers down the turnpike are real smooth…
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