I’m usually hyper critical of toilets, demanding the utmost cleanliness and going to extremes to find a friendly (and well-kept) restroom.

However, this morning I was struck with genuine compassion.  Thinking as a toilet might stretch personification too far, but I now acknowledge that being a trash collector no longer seems too shabby of a job.  A toilet has to touch, hold, and practically embrace horrid unmentionables.

Here’s why this is on my mind: for rush nearly 600 girls go to 8 parties with 15 minute breaks, during which access to the bathroom becomes better than cigarettes in prison.

15 minutes of hard work; 45 minute break.

In my ponderings into the life of the toilet, I’ve done some (possibly pointless) research.  August 26th (apparently) is Toilet Paper Day.  And thus a laugh.

You will also be pleased to know there is a World Toilet Organization where you can actually purchase a toilet for someone (think 3rd world countries).

Everyone needs a toilet, except women who don’t go to the bathroom.  Don’t acknowledge contradictions please.

Also, this is AWESOME.