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The Backward Life

“The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.” —Philip Roth

This is not my actual favorite toilet (it would be weird for me to be caught taking a picture of my real favorite toilet), but this one is a good representation.

I don’t like using public restrooms. It’s something I got from my mom and from my inability to tell a men’s restroom from a women’s restroom—that is a different post.
Anyway, this dislike of public restrooms becomes a problem when you work in a public building and have to share the bathroom with an entire floor of offices. I have become a little hyper vigilant about my bathroom rituals now. I have rules for my restroom use:

   1.      Only use the first stall in the restroom.
I once read in a magazine that this is usually the cleanest, as most people tend to want to go to the bathroom further from the front door. Even as I am writing this I realize this is probably not the case any longer because hundreds of thousands of people read the same article I did and are most likely now using the first stall. I am going to have to rethink this whole rule now.

    2.       Use more than one toilet seat cover.
One is most definitely not enough. The slightest breeze from the overhead air intake is enough to send the cover floating into the toilet water or move it slightly off-kilter. Using multiple toilet seat covers adds weight and more assurance there will be no part of the toilet seat uncovered when you begin to urinate.

   3.       Find a stall with railings on the walls. (In my work bathroom, this is the first stall.)
Railings give you something to hold on to as you hover inches above the toilet seat.

   4.       Never actually sit down on the toilet—even with multiple toilet seat covers. (See rule #3)
You really don’t know what’s on that seat (especially since you now know everyone in the entire building uses this toilet in this stall because of a magazine article they read).
   5.       Dress appropriately.
Don’t put bulky things in your pockets (that could fall out) or wear clothing that is too long and risks touching the toilet seat or, heaven forbid, falling into the toilet.

   6.       Do not use the public restroom for anything other than peeing.
If you have to do #2 at work, you need to hold it and start to adjust your “schedule”. Try taking more fiber before bed or doing squats as soon as you get up so you can use your own bathroom in your own home.

   7.       If possible, use the automatic door opener—the one with the blue handicap sign on it. (Fear of public toilets is most definitely a handicap.
Make sure to use a clean piece of paper towel to avoid touching the germy door.

   8.      Always follow up with hand sanitizer.

   9.       Don’t tell anyone about your rules.
You will sound crazy.



Update: I found this article, plus many more on using the first bathroom stall. The article says things like:

But the toilet seat is actually the cleanest part of the bathroom, one expert says.   ( I don't' believe it.)

AND

The middle stall of a public restroom usually has the most bacteria because people use it the most. "I guess people like company," Gerba said. The first stall will probably be cleaner.  (Thanks, now everyone knows.)
Chloe totally deserved first place, not the third she got. And she definitely should have beat second-place Maddie. Really, don't those judges have any idea what is going on backstage with the moms and Abby Lee? Don't they even watch the show?


This is what the conversation in my head sounds like as I watch Dance Moms. I'm not proud of having an inner voice that sometimes sounds like a teenage girl. In fact, I am fully disgusted with myself, but it is what it is.

Have you ever watched Dance Moms? It's this fascinating "reality" TV show about the Abby Lee Dance Company, the competition team dancers and their mothers (I like to refer to them as monsters).

First off, Abby Lee has to be one of the most unlikeable people on television. I love to hate her. She screams at her dancers (age 7 to 13), throws chairs, tells them they aren't good enough, threatens to cut their feet off, berates their mothers in front of them and pushes her dog around in a doggie stroller. What more is there to hate?

The girls are great dancers. The youngest, Mackenzie, is so cute I want to pinch her cheeks. They are all pretty innocent (although they don't look it when they are wearing costumes even a hooker wouldn't be caught on the street in). They are incredible-- learning a dance for competition in three days and winning 8 out of 10 times. They are really the victims in this whole scenario.

The moms are volatile. They have put up with Abby treating them and their daughters poorly so long, but they can't seem to break the tie. It's like they are drug addicts. They threaten to leave - often walking out - but come crawling back every time. I haven't figured out if it is because they like to win, or Abby's is the only dance studio in a few hundred miles. These women spend the time during rehearsals and lessons in a viewing box talking crap about Abby and one another while they sew costumes. The pressure builds and builds until finally one of them cracks. That's when the magic happens.

It's sick, I know. I have them on my DVR if you want to come over.