Poor Mix

I get emails from an art glass store on a fairly frequent basis. Today their email ad included a product I’ve never seen before and certainly wouldn’t have thought of. Honestly; this could not have come from my brain. Check it out here.

At first glance this seems like a unique, eye-catching product, but then one starts to think. Things go down the drain then. You know what I mean?

• Do people really want a sheet of glass rubbing against their toilet paper?
• Do
  people want the added task of cleaning the glass to keep it sanitary?
• Do people want the extra dust the rubbing of glass and tissue paper will create?
• Do people
  want to reach out in the dead of night and smack their hand into glass?
• Do
  people want to try and change the toilet paper roll in the dark of the night—you
  know, when turning on the light wakes one up too much—with a sheet of glass
  adding to the challenge?
• Most importantly, do people want to risk breaking glass all over something
  they use to wipe their delicate skin?

I. Don’t. Think. So.

This strikes me as the kind
of thing that looks cute, but when thought about, really, really should be banned by the Congressional Committee on Cornball Concoctions (CCCC).