How do you go when you go?
There's a place we all must go to undertake the most personal of business, some sooner than others, and some more readily and even frequently than others; a place of inevitability, when, come hell or high water, there's just no holding back any longer, and the act of extrusion fills our very being, blocking out all other thoughts. The mathematically inclined self proclaimed genteel among us refer to this as the second numeral (number two), as though the act itself was only an afterthought, like an addendum to the main performance of urination (number one), although I suspect the latter is the support act to the former principle entertainment.
To some, this rearward pointing act comes easily and lasts but a fleeting moment, while, to others, perhaps less particular in our choice of diet, it is tortuously drawn out and is preceded by rumblings and gaseous emissions akin to pre-eruption volcanic activity. Then there's the most cruelly afflicted among us, to whom the act, so initially full of the promise of ecstatic relief, is blocked by nature's cruelest joke, mid-session, when stultification stops the ejection and agony forestalls and painfully draws out the hidden projectile's inevitable journey from darkness into the light, torturing us with a forced expansion of the lowest orifice of our very being, far beyond the elastic limit, until it arrives at the inevitable rapturous final emission.
This act is undergone by us all, without exception, because ...
When you've got to go, you've got to go!
But this particular post is not about the act itself, irrespective of whether it be self gratifying in its simplicity and duration, or hard, painful, or even aided by the insertion of appropriate lubrication (at this point I’ll give you a few moments to clear the tears from your eyes, no doubt induced by tortuous memories); nor is this a testament to the evolution of the instrument of excrement conveyance, be it referred as the Lav, Loo, WC, Crapper, Khazi, or Dunny, all of which I define in an earlier post at this link:
https://www.bebee.com/producer/@ken-boddie/feeling-flush
Rather, I hope to widen your appreciation of how variable the act and its associated tools of choice may be, and meanwhile perhaps stimulate the grey matter residing at and above the opposite end of your torso from that enclosing the 'orifice of going'. This I hope to do by addressing the various options of cleansing, at least one of which we must all choose, prior to leaving the smallest room in the building, which houses the conveyance variously referred, as above.
So let’s examine the question (some might suggest culturally sensitive) of whether to wipe with paper or wash with water.
It appears that paper is the prime preference picked by the preponderance of persons in western countries, including North America, UK and Australasia; although paper is reportedly also popular in China where, after all, it was invented. Unsurprisingly, however, washing off the residue of natural excrement expulsion is the method of choice in eastern countries, although it is not limited to the traditional cultural divide between east and west. After all, the French traditionally gave us the bidet and the Japanese have raised it beyond a mere plumbers projectile to a comfort stop of technical excellence (more on this later). But for now, let's look at this extract from a recent BBC publication, which appears to get to the bottom (pun intended) of this comparison succinctly.
"The penchant in many Western countries for wiping after using the toilet – rather than rinsing off – is a source of puzzlement around the world. Water cleans more neatly than paper: at the risk of inspiring an “ew!”, imagine trying to remove chocolate pudding from your skin with tissue alone. Plus, while toilet tissue may not be as harsh as pieces of ceramic (used by ancient Greeks) or corn cobs (used by colonial Americans), we can all agree that water is less abrasive than even the softest five-ply."
Christine Ro in BBC Future.
Indeed, as we become more worldly diverse, it is not uncommon these days for individual households to adopt a similarly diverse blend of methodologies to cleanse the cavity, namely a jet of water and/or a wipe of toilet tissue and/or a clasp of baby wipes (often referred as 'wet ones').
Certainly, here in Australia, it is possible to purchase and install a fairly simplistic bidet seat to replace the standard hinged cover over the 'porcelain throne', and which cover, incidentally, is the subject of many an argument between the sexes (whether to leave the seat up or down). But such bidet seats can be relatively expensive and are not as popular, particularly among ethnic Asian, ethnic African or Muslim households, as the simple tool known in Arab lands as the 'shattaf' and in Ocker English as the 'bum gun'.
On a recent trip to Japan, the Land of the Rising Sun, I had daily occasion to sample numerous 'comfort stop' delights while sitting atop various bidet 'thrones', where the touch of one button ejected water upwards, another control directed it precisely where it was needed, yet another controlled the temperature, and another facilitated a draft of hot air to complete the task in a spick and span manner. Even more impressive was my entry, one morning, into the smallest room in my hotel chambers in a new port of call, when I was greeted, on approaching the throne, with the seat cover automatically rising, presumably in anticipation of my every hindmost ablutionary requirement.
I have consequently formed the opinion that, when it comes to matters of the behind, our so called western society (whatever that means these days) is somewhat behind. Furthermore, it appears that Japan may also bear the title of the Land of the Rising Seat.
Finally, then, let's recap on the options presented to us as cosmopolitan citizens, when business is complete and it's time to leave the throne. Remember that sh*t happens and therefore we should always have a plan B.
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The author of the above, Ken Boddie, besides being a sometime poet and occasional writer, is an enthusiastic photographer, rarely leisure-travelling without his Canon, and loves to interact with other like-minded people with diverse interests.
Ken's three day work week (part time commitment) as a consulting engineer allows him to follow his photography interests, and to plan trips to an ever increasing list of countries and places of scenic beauty and cultural diversity.
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Comments
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #34
Having a world toilet day, Louise, seems (to me) to be about as pointless as trying to sell ice to eskimos or ensuring that a bear sh*ts in the woods. 🤣😂🤣
Louise Smith
4 years ago #33
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #32
While rhyming couplets infused with puns, Can provoke, for some, a dose of the runs, Your ditties, Praveen, are soothing as honey, I really do find them hilariously funny. 👍🤗👍
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #31
#36 hey Prav ... Let’s ask that sad guy from the Rhone, If he likes spending time on his own,, For if he has the goods, like that bear in the woods, He’ll soon feel like a dog with a bone.
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #30
which brings us, Lada \ud83c\udfe1 Prkic, to the inevitable conclusion that every form of management, waste included, needs a plan B. This hiccup in post stability (and not just my post, but those of at least two other bees) makes me think what plan B could be if beBee ever goes down the toilet.
Ali Anani
4 years ago #29
Yes I did Lada and had to republish the post.
Lada 🏡 Prkic
4 years ago #28
I'm glad that Javier and his team have fixed the problem. As I recall, Ali \ud83d\udc1d Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee had a similar problem with one of his recent posts.
Lada 🏡 Prkic
4 years ago #27
As you know, my fellow engineer, effective waste management is essential in civil engineering for the "end result" to be as well as possible. 🤭😉
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #26
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #25
All this talk about squatty potties and fibre supplements, Cyndi wilkins, makes me think we really ought to get back to nature. After all, assuming that a bear actually does sh*t in the woods, I further assume it doesn't have toilet paper, running water on tap, the odd corn cob, or piece of broken ceramic. Perhaps Yogi and Boo Boo visit the ranger’s picnic area for the ablutions as well as the food? 🐻
Cyndi wilkins
4 years ago #24
That works too;-) Now for my daily dose of Metamucil...Bottoms up!
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #23
Pascal Derrien
4 years ago #22
Ian Weinberg
4 years ago #21
😂😂💩
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #20
As long as it doesn’t put an appearance in parliament, Ian. Not too many arseholes in the lower house I can trust to obtain closure on anything.
Ian Weinberg
4 years ago #19
If you can’t trust your anal sphincter you can’t trust anything!
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #18
I forgot to add, Lada, that I always had my doubts about Rodin's sculpture, believing it to be triggered more by unexpected and sudden, adverse bathroom odours, than a gesture of deep thought.
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #17
I would not expect anything less of a fellow engineer, Lada, than efficient task management, focusing on the 'end' result, the objectives being 'on time' and 'on budget' with minimal 'waste' production. 🤣
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #16
I must admit, Paul Walters, that this post had me scraping the bottom of the barrel, but not, I hasten to add, with a corn cob.
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #15
Your description of the act of turd birth, Ian Weinberg, grabbed my bioengineering imagination, like a fusion of "Theoretical Soil[ed] Mechanics" and "A Fool's Guide to Peristaltic Pumps". It begs the question, "Is there no end to the anal sphincter's repeated power of closure?"
Lada 🏡 Prkic
4 years ago #14
Ian Weinberg
4 years ago #13
Paul Walters
4 years ago #12
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #11
Ha ha, Franci\ud83d\udc1dEugenia Hoffman, beBee Brand Ambassador, you know we're Living in a f***ed up society when there are emojis for bodily functions. 🤣😂🤣
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #10
If there ain’t no paper, John, I suggest perhaps ... You wait until it’s vapour, And light it with a taper, Or wait until it clogs, Then saw it off in logs. 🤣😂🤣
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #9
Like you, Robert Cormack, I don’t think I’ll ever look at a corn cob the same way again ... nor a librarian. 🤣
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #8
You’re preaching to the converted, Praveen Raj Gullepalli, when it comes to choice of diet. But ... I favour fibre in my food, And diets that are smart, While fruit and veggies both taste good, Too much can make you fart! 🤢
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #7
Thank you, Cyndi wilkins, for introducing me to the concept of the presumably wholly satisfying, soothing and subduing ‘sitz bath’. Along with your use of the all encompassing term ‘perineum’ (and a little assistance from healthline.com) my education is now complete. 😍
Ken Boddie
4 years ago #6
Thanks, Jerry Fletcher, for the complement on wit, which provides me with the ideal opportunity to re-introduce the advice given to me by my elderly aunt when I was a nipper, being, “If wit was sh*t you’d be constipated”.
John Rylance
4 years ago #5
Robert Cormack
4 years ago #4
Cyndi wilkins
4 years ago #3
The concept is alive and well with the modern day 'squatty potty' @Praveen;-) If we only paid more attention to the teachings of our ancestors!
Cyndi wilkins
4 years ago #2
Jerry Fletcher
4 years ago #1