Ben Casnocha has set out to experience things that scare him. This qualifies:

One year ago I received an epic, unforgettable Chinese massage in Beijing. The short version of a Chinese massage is you're thrown into a co-ed room with others, the lights are bright, you lie on a futon naked, an overweight old woman comes in and slaps your ass, stuffs her fingers into your ears, pounds your head with clenched fists, grabs your balls, gives you scalding hot tea halfway through, and then 10 seconds after she finishes she hands you a feedback form to fill in on what you thought of the experience.

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