I’m always trying to get women to put the lid down. They get all pissy over that until I can convince them about fecal spray.
Don’t get me wrong; I put lid and seat down because of the article Cecil did on bathroom cleanliness. I just never thought that any girls actually wanted guys to put the seat down. Your reasons are rational though, therefore you win a cookie. I don’t actually have a cookie, and to be honest, if I did, I’d eat it. But you win a theoretical cookie which is better than a normal cookie in no ways, and much worse in many.
Re: Toilet seats.
The reason that I have received independently from both my mother and my SO relates to late night bathroom use. Namely, the woman is tired, bleary eyed, and is probably going to just want to sit down in the dark. If they assume the seat (but not the lid) is down, and they’re right, all the best for them. If they make the assumption, and both are down, they’ll get a butt full of cold toilet seat and can easily remedy it. If they make the assumption and the guy left the seat up, they’re splashing, butt first, into toilet water. Not as easy to fix as the seat and lid down. And it’s all in the hands of the guy to avoid injuring/causing wet-butt embarassment to the woman.
Doesn’t mean I put the seat down, since I just figured this was a pact among women in my area to tell the same story to guilt the men with horror stories of cracked coccyges and crawling back into bed with wet butts.
Proud to say that this post is the most instances of the word “butt” I have ever used in a single post. Juvenile, but I get my kicks where I can.
When I had a (girl) roomie, we very rarely shared food. Every now and again if she made couscous or grilled chicken, she’d offer me some, or if I made veggieburgers or cheesecake, I’d offer her some.
We bought our own food though, which was a bit different than your situation. It was just too difficult for us to share food since both of us loved stuff the other didn’t. She hates fish; I hate broccoli, for example. Our diets were vastly different, especially because I ate a lot less meat at the time than she did.
In fact, we had to have a conversation because she kept eating things I’d baked for parties or club meetings. At the time, I was more well-off than she was, but not so well off that she could eat stuff I made without asking.
Would not-sharing food work, or is there some situation which makes it difficult for everyone to get to the grocery store? I just have never enjoyed sharing food with roommates, because inevitably everyone eats my stuff before I can have more than one serving of it. And I spent (and still spend) a good deal of time cooking meals, while they were subsisting off frozen dinners (which I don’t eat often). My theory was they missed home-cooked meals, since most of the girls I shared apartments/suites with had mothers or fathers who cooked a lot.
Nocturne, for me at least it’s preferable to share food. Our diets are very similar anyways, and if I was always cooking for just myself I know my eating habits would go totally downhill. We actually talked about this at the beginning of the year, and I was for this way of doing things–I still am. You may have something with the home-cooked meals thing though. When I’m at home Mom almost always cooks supper, but currently I’m finding my own food in the evening more often than not. I’m used to big evening meals, but I’m not getting them that often. (For a full week after spring break I didn’t eat anything I didn’t prepare myself, because they were always cooking their own food.) I’m used to making myself lunch, but not supper.
BTW, getting to the grocery store isn’t an issue, there’s two within a three-block radius of the building. Given that there’s only two major supermarket chains in the province, we’re pretty much covered.
Do you get them in the butt, Bob?
::d&r::
I’m a woman and I hate having the lid down. Once when I was young, I had to go to the bathroom in a hurry and started to go as soon as I sat down. Unfortunately, the lid was down. :smack: Ever since then I have prefered having the lid up.
With my college roommate, K, we agreed before we leased the apartment that we would have communal food, and each toss $X into a jar on the fridge to cover groceries.
She apparently changed her mind, but didn’t tell me. When I arrived in our apartment the next fall, the fridge and cabinets were STOCKED. I marvelled, asked her how much it cost, and wrote her a check for half of it. Then I made myself a sandwich, and got the dirtiest look I’ve ever gotten.
“That’s my food,” she snarled.
Er, ok. I’ll take my check back, then, and head off to the grocery store.
She was a very good roommate for three years, but sometimes she did things I never understood. She never once offered to share dinner, even when she made one of her “specialties,” like stuffed manicotti that she bragged about for a year, or sweet & sour chicken, which I had never had back then. Nope, she’d sit there and savor it, without offering so much as a taste. I loved to cook, even then, so it didn’t really bother me, but it was a little rude, looking back. I always offered her my extra lasagne, or fried chicken, or beef stew, whatever I was making that day.
Neither of us were poor students, by any stretch. We lived in a nice apartment in the best complex in town, each with our own bedroom, while our friends were stacked up three and four to a bedroom in cheaper apartments. Our parents were paying for our living expenses, tuition, and cars. I thought she was a little stingy about sharing, considering she wasn’t poor herself, and she came home with me for most holidays because her parents lived several states away.
I thought you were saying that your roomates weren’t potty-trained.
…'cause mine ain’t. :smack: 
Frankly, the less you have to do with your roomates, the better. I used to be real chummy with past roomates - now it’s just any other economic agreement. If I offer food, I expect nothing in return; if I am offered food, I politely decline. Take this advice before you get resentful. After all, they’re only there to help reduce the cost of rent - nothing more.
MissGypsy, that’s just ridiculous. I’m in something of the opposite situation; we had no agreement to share food, yet one of my roomates apparently decided that making several boxes of my food was fine. She also likes to stock the fridge full of food she never eats, use my pots and pans and not clean them, wash and dry very, very small loads of laundry - then forget to take it out - and she generally does a poor job on the dishes (which are shared).
So I occasionally eat her food and drink her liquor. It’s a sweet, drunken revenge.
In my experience, women are rarely if ever willing to put the lid down. I have no idea why. It’s obvious the lit should be shut. The toilet’s gross. Who wants to stare into it? It’s potentially unsanitary. And if it’s shut, there’s no concerns about things falling into it.
Forgot to mention in my last post: if this reasoning is valid, then I get to just point and go in the dark, also without regard to the open/closed status of the toilet. Jesus, how stupid would someone have to be to just sit without even checking? I know women, and they’re generally far more aware of their environments than men are, so I can’t imagine the circumstances in which someone would decide to just park their ass without checking first.
I used to live with two dogs who would drink from the toilet given a chance. The seat goes down. It always did, actually, because of cats. It drives me nuts when my SO leaves it up, which he does all the damn time. I adore him, but honestly.
And if it’s 3 AM and I’m out of it enough I’ve been known to notice that the seat is up but start to sit anyway because I’m mostly asleep but I gotta pee…if it’s down, at least I don’t risk hitting water that way.
Speaking as someone who has “fallen in” once, it’s not that the person is STUPID per se, it’s that the person is only half awake. Heck, one time I half woke up needing to pee very badly, sat on the edge of my bed and though I was on the toilet, and almost wet my bed before my brain kicked in. That said, I prefer the seat and lid down for sanitary reasons.
You can’t cook for yourself, put leftovers away and take them with you to school on Tuesdays so you’re not so hungry?
Sounds like ALL of your problems would be solved.