The world is filled with disgusting toilets. You might personally prefer toilets that smell OK and aren't covered in filth, but try telling that to whichever organs are involved in making you really need to use the bathroom. It has happened before, and it will happen again: you'll be at a bus stop, or a music festival, or the apartment of a man under the age of 26, and you'll realise, suddenly, that you no longer have any choice.
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Today's burning question is a collection of dental quandaries that grew out of a discussion among Lifehacker staffers, where it turned out that each of us -- and some of our dentists -- have very strong opinions on the right time and order for the various steps of dental hygiene. The more we chatted, the more confused we became.
Is your home always stocked with the cushiest brand of tissues, toilet paper, paper towels and napkins? Good, stop reading. Everyone else: This is a remedial course in how to fill your home with paper hygiene products like an adult. I realised the importance of this course when discovering that several of my younger friends don't buy tissues. Before you send another guest to the bathroom to blow their nose, please read.
The lemon wedge in your drink has a bad reputation, and the evidence for it seems obvious: No one at a restaurant washes the outside of a lemon, but then they throw that wedge onto your glass, sometimes letting the rind soak right in the drink. And according to HuffPost, several studies found all kinds of germs on lemon wedges from bars and restaurants.
So should your drink order always include "No lemon, please"?
Some people squat over a public toilet, because they have quads of steel. Some people just sit their bare tushies right down on the rubella-covered seat, because evidently they have no fear of germs as sensible people should. For the rest of us there are toilet-seat covers. Yeah, you can cover the seat with TP, but the careful tearing, angling and placing of lengths of paper for perfect coverage can get a little tedious when you really need to go -- what is this, macramé?
I hate going more than 10 seconds with nothing but my own thoughts to entertain me. When I walk three blocks, I listen to a podcast. I read Twitter while I pee. What I hate the most is brushing and flossing. I can't hold my phone, I can't talk, I can't admire myself in the mirror because I'm foaming at the mouth. I can't stand it as an adult, so imagine how hard it is for a child.
The worst food poisoning I ever had was a few days after returning from a weekend getaway with friends. When I finally dragged myself out of the bathroom after 24 hours of hell, an email from one of my besties was waiting for me: "Is everybody else feeling OK? I know our dinner together was a few days ago so I'm sure it's not that, but I just wanted to check."
My university roommate and I stood worlds apart. She'd slap some body lotion on her face, as in lotion left over from her arms and legs, straight from the pump bottle. Meanwhile, I moisturised with special facial moisturisers. I thought she was doing more harm than good, but her method wasn't as harmful as I thought.