To be perfectly honest, I'm not so sure about this throw pillow on the couch in my parents' living room. I suspect it came from one of my mom's many trips abroad to Asia or Africa, and certainly I don't want to sound ignorant or insensitive about crafts from a culture I can't even identify.
But to paraphrase Depeche Mode, people are people, so why should it be, that a headless dick and balls should form the nose of a face whose eyes look like two antidepressants? On a throw pillow, of all things?
Fans of Depeche Mode will recall that that is not exactly how the song went, but it makes a point. Human anatomy is the same the world over, so surely the creator of this pillow knew--at a minimum--that he or she was making a penis and testicles out of the nose of the character on this throw pillow.
This dick-n'-balls-nosed pillow now joins the ranks of "objets d'art" in my parents' apartment that are--how shall I put this--of somewhat dubious aesthetic merit.
