We all prefer our home toilet, don’t we?
When we travel, we miss it as much as our own bed, and indeed, some family members.
It’s comfortable, familiar and even if it’s not hospital-clean, there’s something reassuring about knowing who was there before you. At the very least you can yell at whoever made any splashes and order them to come back and clean them up – something that’s awkward in the workplace.
‘Away’ toilets (this includes public facilities as well as work loos and bathrooms at other people’s homes) are the great leveler – no one really likes them but we’re dependent on them. Women more so than men.
To many men, the natural world is one giant toilet, especially under cover of darkness. No wonder they enjoy camping so much. In a campground situation, men aren’t reliant on the composting toilet. Any tree will do. I believe there are two great lies in life – ‘You’ll be able to wear that bridesmaid’s dress to parties.’ And, ‘Composting toilets don’t smell.’ On the last day of a long weekend, they stink.
It’s odd that although we all rely on the away toilet, there’s no set of rules or guidelines for their use. We make up our own, everyone’s is different, but we all believe ours is right and everyone else’s is either gross or excessive.
For example, my neighbour Jenny, is a committed hoverer. Nothing unusual there, many women keep themselves clean and exercise their thighs at the same time by hovering five to ten centimeters above a toilet seat. But Jenny told me she never sits directly on a toilet seat that’s not her own.