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It's a Bidet

Years ago I attended a dinner party in an enormous house. This was back before the day of McMansions. There was a large game room along with a full size racquetball court.  However, the supposed crowning glory was a bathroom down in the recesses of the home.  The screeching woman sent her mousy husband ahead of the tour to prepare the bathroom for showing.

The bathroom was incredibly large and contained a steam shower which is what the obedient husband had to turn on for us (Oooooh) and, what I could only ascertain as two toilets, side by side. Why would someone put two toilets side by side?  "It's a bidet," the screecher informed us with superiority.

"Ohhhh," we all responded.  The group moved on.

"What's a booday?" I asked the quiet, computer geeky husband.

He blushed.  He stammered.  He stuttered.  He finally squeaked out something about a device from Europe that cleans the behind.  He also corrected my pronunciation.  "It's biDAY."

I have not seen a bidet since nor have I understood the point of one.  Toilet paper.  I'm a fan.

At a recent visit to much loathed retail store, my bladder called my attention just as I stumbled upon a family bathroom in the back of the store.  I walked past the paper towel dispenser.  It sensed my movement and dispensed a foot of paper towel. I continued past the hand dryers (they had both) and swept my hand under it until it turned on.

As I sat on the toilet, I mused how very little we need to touch in the bathroom when we go.  There are however, two areas we can not escape touching.  The toilet paper and the handle for the door.  I shifted my weight and then I got it.

The bidet. The accidental bidet, that is.

When I shifted my weight on the toilet seat, the sensor was set off and it flushed before I was finished.  With all the power that only a commercial toilet can produce, I was "cleansed."  It was not pleasant.

Thank you, founding fathers, for not bringing this atrocity into my bathroom. I still had to use toilet paper.

Comments

  1. How refreshing! Yeah. Ew.

    One of those Accidentally Bidet'ed my kid and now he refuses to be in the same stall as a flushing public toilet. Not so convenient. "Bad magic potty!"

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  2. Being 1/4 filipino... I am partial to the bidet. I don't have one, but I want one. I guess I kind of look at it this way... we're told to wash our hands with soap and water, so why not atleast rinse your booty too?
    The filipino way of doing this is with a tabo... in other words a laddle and a bucket of clean water. They're in every filipino home... but I didn't know that until a few years ago... I just thought my family was wierd.

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  3. I don't sit on public toilets. I hover- but I do clean the toilet seat if necessary.

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  4. DON'T love those premature auto-flushes.

    I heard a story about toilets on NPR recently. The speaker basically categorized the world into two main groups--paper or water. She (he?) said it was ironic that America, with all of our cleanliness issues, would prefer the lesser sanitary toilet paper option over bidets. Not that you wanted to hear about that . . . but it was interesting!!

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  5. Toilet paper has always been fine with me. Although if I had to wipe crap off of any other surface, and was given only a piece of dry paper to do it with, I would be horrified. Why is that?

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  6. Hey there! I'm visiting from MMB. LOVED this post! It reminded me of a similar conversation I once had. Yeah, I didn't know what a "biDAY" was either. LOL, thanks for the laugh. I scrolled down and saw the hilarious pic of your kids. Again, more laughter. Seriously, the whole bidet thing, it just doesn't sound pleasant. *shudder*

    In fact, I just posted several weeks ago a story about one of my kids having to use a tire for their "facility"....it would make the "proper" dry heave :)


    I just grabbed your button--thanks for sharing!

    I'll be sure to visit again ;)

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  7. I have had that same thing happen to me...disturbing!

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  8. haha, that's funny. I never understood the bidet. I'm a tp fan too. I suffer from public restroomaphobia. I don't use them if at all possible.

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  9. You are so funny! Thanks for the laugh!

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  10. I agree. YOu still have to wipe to dry off right? Whatev? and wouldn't the cold water make you need to pee again?

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  11. You are hilarious! I love that you actually post what I am thinking. I wish I had the nerve!
    My husband thinks it is brilliant! Less yucky laundry for me to do with little kids....

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  12. I loath those toilets...I've been "bathed" by them one to many times, if only I could learn to sit still while I pee I guess. ;)

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