hehheh, clearly I have issues, and obviously she is indeed an ex.
You, however, sound like my dreamgirl.
My buddies rag on me for putting the seat down when they come over. (I live alone. I know, I know, how could such a great guy like me be single? It’s an enigma. :))
Oh, and I never knew Cecil did a column on that. I saw a news segment over a decade ago that tested toothbrushes for urine and fecal matter. Sadly, the lid closed doesn’t even do it…anything other than a closed medicine cabinet is asking for trouble. But leaving the lid open is insanity.
I try not to think about it. In my world, the lid is a magical impenetrable shield, as I do not have a medicine cabinet.
You know, I have never, ever, ever understood the urge to decorate things in such a way that actual use of the thing so decorated is impaired. And I’m female. Been that way since I was a zygote.
Crap on the toilet tank, smelly candles cluttering up coffee tables, stupid cloth things covering toasters–what is with this stuff, anyway?! Who needs it? And why?
Nor have I ever understood the seat up/seat down debate. Look, if there’s a man and a woman living in a house, most of the time the probability that the guy is gonna use the toilet at any time is about the same as the probability that the woman will need the can. So, however the toilet seat is most comfy for you, just leave it in that position, and have the basic with-it-ness to look at the frickin’ seat before parking your carcass on it. There ya go. Problem solved. Incidentally, even if toilet use is strongly skewed towards one sex or the other–who cares?! Just look at the seat and pick it up or put it down, whichever applies to you, before using it! How hard could that possibly be?
::cheers and whistles for Scribble::
Why, thank you, BuckleberryFerry. I’ll be here all evening. If you’d like to show your appreciation in a mor tangible form, I can set up a PayPal account. 
I feel the same as Scribble. Hell, if its that freakin important check before plantin yer ass.
I, on the other hand, married a man who has to be REMINDED that there are other people in the house who would like to use that facility!
Or you could just donate a silent e. I have no idea what the phrase " a mor tangible form" could possibly mean.
Ummm, did anyone else read this the same way I did?
I sure don’t want any crap on my toilet tank…
And I think I know why those candles are smelly… Although I’m not sure how they got to the coffee table… :eek:
Amen!
I never run into this problem because I close the seat and lid. I did this even before I read Cecil’s column about it.
Anyway, regarding the OP, toilet decorations don’t bother me that much. I have a friend whose mother made the bathroom in the house a shrine to Elvis (pictures of Mr. Presley all around), so whichever way he goes he gets to be stared at by the King. shudder That’s a little creepy. But a decoration here and there (especially an interesting or funny one) doesn’t get at me.
That reminds me of a hilarious incident at my place last year, and what my friend Joe told me when he was over at my house.
“You know, as a guy… I have to say that I find it very hard to use your toilet.”
That was probably because the toilet seat has one of those fluffy covers on it! Uh oh… the dreaded fluffy cover! Makes for a dangerous “slam shut when you least expect it” toilet seat! Of couse, if one was mid-stream at the time, you now have a soggy fluffy cover!
HAHAHAHA… Let’s just say our friend Maxine’s pantomine afterwards was HILARIOUS! 
I certainly don’t think Joe was “mid-stream” at the time.
Maxine’s pantomime involved trying to hold up the imaginary toilet seat at the same time as… well, you know.
F_X
I think it’s because most Americans have their toilets in the bathroom, along with the shower and basin. IIRC, having a separate little room for toilet itself is rare.
Actually recentlly, my 3yo nephew raced to the toilet, slammed up the lid and seat, and began his . . .well, stream. However the lid & seat came back down ON his winkie. :eek:
My sister said that the yelp of pain was something else and the phone call to the doctor’s office for advice about the bruising was amusing because one could feel the sympathy winch the nurse made and the doctor made. And for the time being he is doing ALL his functions in the seated position.
OWWWWWWWWWWWW! Sympathy wince here.
Uh, yeah. I’m going to have to agree - there is a designated place for the crap and it’s not on the tank.
& knicknacks don’t belong on the tank either.
I have a candle on the tank, with a box of matches. This is mainly so that, if someone stinks up the bathroom, they can light a match under the guise of lighting the candle. That, and the candle is faintly scented, so it does hide some stink. Mr. Gazer hasn’t complained yet, so I figure I’m good.
You only think those ugly little knickknacks get flushed “unnoticed.”
Wow, pictures on the crapper. I have candles, but only a few so that it’s still easy to get into the tank if needed.
I’m not a germphobe, but eww to any pictures or knick-knacks that spend some time decorating the bathroom tank but then get redecorated into another part of the house.
As for the eternal toilet seat question, I completely agree that everyone should shut the lid. Fair to all and sanitary. As for the toothbrush germs, I soak mine in Listerine every once in a while. I think I’ll go do it now, ick.
*Not only that, but if the toilet stops working and you need to open the lid, you have to carefully displace dozens of useless trinkets first. *
Big fat word. Nothing’s more embarassing than being at a friend’s house, accidentally clogging the toilet, and then frantically trying to clear off all the fragile porcelin figurines and floral arrangements so you can whip of the tank lid and force the flap shut before the bowl overflows. (not that I would know anything about this )
All I have on my tank lid is a candle for obvious reasons…
I think even worse than the dolls and such is the big wall mirror right over the toilet. What I was really missing in life was being forced to watch myself pee.
All that is on my tank is whichever volume of Will Duran’t “History of Civilization” I am currently re-reading.
I too, had the grandmother with the toilet paper woman on the back. her’s was a Southern Belle. I remember seeing it, taking it to her, and saying, “Granny, aren’t you a little old to be playing with dolls?”