enema bandits

they’re out there. consider yourselves warned:

“The strange case of the mystery enema”

“On the afternoon of Sunday, May 1, a 53-year-old Sonoma man who is visually impaired – that is to say he could not see well, if at all – was standing in his apartment when a woman appeared in his doorway, unannounced and unexpected.

“The woman told him she was there to give him an enema. Because the man had recently undergone intestinal surgery, he thought perhaps that explained her presence.

“The woman deftly guided him to his bedroom, had him drop his pants and lie face down on his bed.

“She then gave the man an enema and promptly left.

“The whole episode took about a minute-and-a-half, he later told police. The woman did not leave a card or any other identifying information. And given the condition of his eyesight, the man did not, in the complete sense of the word, actually see her.

“A day later, on Monday, the enema recipient began wondering about what had happened to him but took no action. By Tuesday, he felt compelled to shed some light on the experience, so he contacted police. An investigating officer promptly called the man’s doctor and was told no enema had been prescribed, ordered or approved….”

and, of course, you all remember the illinois enema bandit:




  1. Enemas are a rather embarrassing subject. However readers may be interested to know that when I was growing up in the South (born 1942) enemas were standard operating procedure for infants. They were very unpleasant and I can remember my parents administering them for what looking back I remember as trivial causes:diarrhea, stomach aches. I’m not sure whether this practice was recommended in the latest child-rearing manuals (my parents were big on the latest theories) or whether it was something recommended by our family doctor, who still made house calls back in those days.

    In any case, from the child’s point of view, to get an enema was a traumatic experience, almost like torture. At least it was for me. So traumatic in fact that I’ve repressed the memories. They exist in my brain like a buried nightmare. I wonder how many other kids my age got the same treatment?

    And now for something completely different and also OT. I made a comment the other day on Steve Sailer’s blog on the subject of the importance of sexual selection. Since hbd* has expressed interest in this topic in the past and I thought I made my point rather succinctly I reproduce it here with minor changes in case you missed it. Hope you don’t mind.

    “I second Anonymous’s comment above on Geoffrey Miller and the importance of sexual selection. Miller’s book, The Mating Mind, advances the only plausible hypothesis I’ve seen to explain the human propensity for music, song, dance, story telling, humor, art, and a lot of other entertaining stuff we put under the general rubric of “popular culture,” universal phenomena which consume an inordinate amount of total human time and energy. Indeed the human appetite for entertainment in today’s world is manifestly inexhaustible, greater even than our appetites for food and sex (except when the latter are marinated in culture, which they usually are).”


  2. @luke – “However readers may be interested to know that when I was growing up in the South (born 1942) enemas were standard operating procedure for infants.”

    wow. you’d think that too many enemas would NOT be good for the system! wonder if too many would mess up the balance of all the little bio-creature-thingies we have in our digestive tracts that pretty much do our digestion for us? and i don’t even want to think about what it would do to one’s mental/emotional state like you say. (^_^)

    i can recall (dunno why i’m sharing this) getting one enema during my childhood — i have no recollection why. it wasn’t a regular event (thank goodness!), so it must’ve been for a good reason (at least i hope so!). it was definitely not a pleasant experience, as i recall — and, like you, i remember very little of the event. thankfully!


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