(a) Nothing I’ve written in this post has anything to do with the ongoing dialogue about squat toilets and bidets, to the best of my knowledge, and
(b) Peace.
It’s both narrowed and broadened my horizons, both lowered and raised my expectations, both lured me into thinking outside the box and taught me that I might have missed a few important things inside the box, boosted part of my ego while simultaneously reducing another part, changed me and changed me back again, somehow changed me by leaving me the same, made me think too much and not enough, and generally repeatedly turned me off and on (bearing in mind that (1) these things might have happened anyway no matter where I was located, and (2) I could be lying).
Are we still talking about shitting? The Japanese robo-toilets with the different spray functions beat the shit (heh) out of the old school Italian bidets. If I have no robo-toilet, and I have a really messy dump that isn’t getting cleanly wiped away then I need to have a shower after.
For those of us whose rented bathroom facilities prevent modernization, simple wet towelettes can do the job of keeping our privates fresh and clean. And they are portable.
Don’t know if this has been mentioned before, but wet wipes (the kind used to clean up babies after changing diapers) are much better than dry toilet paper and does the same function as those Japanese toilets that spray water at your butt. Always carry some handy-pack of wet wipes for the family on outings, whether adults or kids need them, especially if a public bathroom is the only place to do #3. (It’s #3, because you are doing #1 and #2 at the same time, ha).