A man not far from where I sit typing this in my tattered blogging leotard tonight was recently arrested for his taboo love of mannequins. Here’s a clip from Boing Boing:
[Ronald A. Dotson, 39, of Detroit] was arrested Oct. 9 after police say he smashed a window at a cleaning-supply company to get at a female mannequin dressed in a black and white French maid’s uniform. He had been out of prison for less than a week.
Dotson was arrested in Ferndale in July 2000 and later convicted for breaking and entering at a women’s clothing shop to get at a mannequin in a pink dress with bobbed hair.
Ferndale police also arrested Dotson in 1993 after finding him in an alley behind a woman’s store with three lingerie-clad mannequins.
Of course, I’m sure there are some who would say that they were asking for it.
[Pictured is a mannequin I have here in my office with me. I need to order a burqa for her before someone smashes my window to get at her… As for the t-shirt she’s wearing, you’ll be able to buy one of your own through the Crimewave store shortly.]
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His love of mannequins isn’t exactly the problem, it’s obviously his impulse control. I feel bad for the guy.
By the way, if you couldn’t comment on this post before, you should be able to now. We had to whitelist the word ‘fetish’.
Every copy of the film “Mannequin” should be rounded up and set ablaze. It has led to the destruction of more good men than either demon rum or the crack cocaine. It breaks my heart to see another otherwise good man be pulled down in its grasp.
I’m left wondering why you have a mannequin in your “office.” I put “office” in quotes because that object on the back wall looks suspiciously like a urinal.
That’s our fireplace in the photo, but I suspect that in ancient times it might have been used as a urinal. As for why I usually have her in my office, I’m not sure. My grandmother used to hang coconuts painted with faces on them around her house to keep burglars away. Maybe I’m doing the same thing deep inside my reptilian brain. Maybe I’m hoping that the assassin seeing both of us there by my desk won’t know who to shoot. (i don’t think I’ve mentioned it here before, but I’m built like a model.)
Is that the same mannequin that was robbed of her clothes about 10 years ago?
Yes, Anonymatt, that’s her. That’s Skinkia. And I think it was about 15 years ago now that my mom’s old high school friend stole her outfit.