I just read the following one-star review for a memory foam bath pillow on Amazon.com. I officially love this reviewer:
Want to know what the secret to the "memory foam" this project boasts?
Some of the "wicking" technology so prevalent in sports gear, perhaps?
Or the stuff that makes the liquid disappear in diapers? Or the magic
of those special "wings" in maxipads, for crap sake? Nope. It's a big
ole sponge. It's a big ole sponge in a terry cloth cover. Terry
cloth - which is commonly understood to be the sponge of the fabric
world - wrapped around a big ole sponge. This thing soaks up about 5
pounds of bath water immediately and then drags those two desperate
little suction cups that were supposed to hold it perched in place down
to their watery grave. The poor little suckers didn't have a chance.
And even if one of them does manage to hang on, the big ole
sponge-wrapped-in-pseudosponge just slips off of it like a family-sized
loaf of so much wet bread.
That was Sunday. Now it's Tuesday night and the loaf of bread
slumped in my empty bathtub is just as wet, but really, really cold.
Cold and wet and slumpy in the bottom of the tub. A real "Calgon, take
me away" kind of allure... Want to know the secret to the "dry" in
the "Microdry" this project boasts? Yeah. Me, too.