Tru dat, but while the cleanup is often pretty straightforward, sometimes it’s messy and takes awhile. But I guess if you deal with this all the time, it becomes second nature to manage all that and keep your balance with your feet very close together.
It’s just air. And especially with the low-flush toilets these days, even the flushing is happening well below my nutsack.
If I played wastecan basketball with TP, I’d be pretty lousy at it.
Yeah, but when I’m doing that, I get all the stuff together for the wastebasket, and I’m making damned sure that it all gets in, and nothing drips on the floor. I’m focused on it while doing it. While wiping my butt, I’m focused on wiping my butt, not where’s the TP going.
Another thing: sometimes you think you’re done a couple of times before you really are. (Seems to happen more often now that I’m in my 60s than it did when I was in my 40s, let alone my 20s.) You start wiping, then your body says uh-uh, you’re not going anywhere yet. Do you stand up, sit down, stand up, sit down, and finally stand up for real? Or does this just not happen to standers?
It’s no big deal when you’re sitting down the whole time, but if I was standing up to wipe, it would drive me nuts. (Admittedly, that’s a short drive, but still. :))
Well, that’s just bad design. It’s been decades since I’ve been in a bathroom where the TP dispenser is behind you, rather than to one side of you. Compared to building a dungeon in your attic, this seems like a pretty trivial remodeling problem to solve.
The dispenser is off to the side, but a little too far back for someone with back and shoulder problems to reach comfortably. Perhaps people were more limber back in the 30s when the house was built. Any remodeling would involve screwing up vintage tiling. Besides, I always stood anyway.
Of course I stand, didn’t realize sitting was an option until a couple years ago. Don’t know how I’d accomplish wiping whilst sitting. On top of the physical difficulties, you are literally putting your hand/wrist into the danger zone, how do you not rub your hand/wrist against the edge of the toilet seat. Unacceptable. Y’all got skinnier asses than I do.
That’s what I thought (as a sitter who never thought of standing).
I think I tend to (completely unconsciously and without active thought or intent) bend over at the waist a bit, with my weight on thighs (right above knees, where they are resting on toilet seat), effectively lifting my butt into the air a bit so it’s facing more behind me instead of straight down. Also don’t sit all the way on back of toilet, generally, but I think that’s because my legs are short and I have a higher toilet so my feet would not be fully on ground if I did. That means there is more space behind me than if I was as far back as possible.
I’m thinking…and surely there are many, many other things I could be thinking of, you know, better things…and I have dimly recolllected, because it’s been a long time, that when I was housebreaking children I told them to stand up and bend over so I could wipe. At a certain point you let them make their own arrangements. For all I know, all of them could still be thinking, “Well this is how you do it. Stand up, bend over…”
You are responding to a sitter who just told you that they never taught the children they raised to sit. Think it through.
I guess I’ll go ahead and make a confession in the interest of poop-science.** I used to be a stander.** Then the one time in middle school that I have to take a shit in the locker room during P.E. some kids thought that was so interesting that they had to surround the stall and give me shit while I shat.
It’s not what you’re thinking, though, I was quite popular in that class and, trust me, nobody wanted to piss me off, so I never once suspected that a couple doofuses would cross the line until I stood up to wipe and was suddenly surprised at the laughter from the heads I hadn’t noticed peering over from the next stalls. Something along the lines of “He stands up to wipe!” was shouted, I’m sure I probably quickly turned the tables (and the subject) to “Why were you watching me, fags?” because nobody ever mentioned it again.
But needless to say, I realized that I must have been “doing it wrong” all along, quickly adapted, and in retrospect, I think I owe a debt of gratitude to those doofus fags for setting me straight.
I think it’s you who needed to think it through. There’s no conflict there, unless you think one sitter’s testimony that they didn’t teach their kids to wipe sitting down means none of them do? :dubious:
