High Culture in Orlando. Take the Kids.
The blockbuster King Tut exhibit brought an Egyptian craze to the US shores, where women were men where it wasn’t unusual to see Anubis show up on a man’s tie or for anyone to sing about their “Condo Made of Stone-a.” Since, there has not been the same guaranteed cash in the bank in the museum world. Well, that is about to change. While the Tut exhibit was about history and class (the kitsch showed up later), the exhibit I am about to discuss has the same feel…if you are a nine year old.
Grossology will hit the world by storm and undoubtably be one of 2009’s most overused words when it makes its way to Orlando. Not since the book Everybody Poops has been translated form the Japanese, has the worlds of science and literature collided so to teach children through sights and sounds about natural bodily functions. Silvia Branzei, author of Grossology, and Science World have teamed up and are responsible for all of this.
Polite young men and young ladies will learn all about crusty noses, body odor, and many more exciting topics. There is a “Burp Machine” that simulates how acid and gas builds up in the stomach, and I am sure kids will want to play a pinball game about gas. Not surprisngly, Branzei’s book has sold over 350,000 copies so far, and will surely sell more.
Now after the exhibit, and they got it all out of their system, and they know that evil elves in their stomach don’t cause all these embarrassments, perhaps the kiddies will all settle down and voraciously inhaling everyting Emily Post (at left) ever had to say about handling such functions. I am sure she devoted many chapters about avoiding such things in polite company. (I always wondered what “polite company” was. It is either mixed male/female company or when you are in the company of delicate people who either have recovered from wearing an iron lung and are too frail to be curt or pushy with you,)
At any rate, check out the Grossology Exhibit – Orlando Science Center – which debuts January 31st. I still talk about the “Cleopatra’s Egypt” exhibit my Dad took me too when I was in school. I shudder to imagine that for my cousin’s children, this may be their “Egypt” that they relate to their children. I can hardly wait or imagine to see. Of course, I was a kid who liked to get their hands dirty, but that was in mud, dirt, or helping an injured frog, not by putting it up my nose!
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