A few weeks ago along Commonwealth Avenue, I saw a nice alternative use for an old Twister mat: a tarpaulin awning for a market stall.
I should have snapped a photo of it because now whenever I pass by, the Twister mat is no longer there, a plain old banig mat has replaced it. Guess the owners figured out what all those colored circles are for, and took to playing the game.
I don't know anyone who has a Twister mat. I don't have friends who have it, and before that apparition on Commonwealth Ave., the only times I've ever seen a Twister mat is in the movies. Specifically, lovey-dovey movies where the boy and the girl happily entangle themselves into pretzels of bliss. A game of Twister was excellent foreplay.
During its early years, Twister was even branded by competitor toy manufacturers as "sex in a box". Of course, that was the 60's. Since then, we've made drastic leaps regarding our concept of personal space.
I suspect that's the reason why Twister never was a hit in the Philippines. We're too conservative; we value our personal space. The Catholic priests and bishops will surely frown upon girls and boys--or worst--just boys or just girls entangling themselves into pretzels of bliss.
Trivia: The original patent for Twister by game developers Chuck Foley and Neil Rabens was: an "Apparatus for Playing a Game Wherein the Players Constitute the Game Pieces.”
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