reading in the john
do you remember that laundry soap jingle “ring around the collar”? one of my more inventive nicknames for my rotten younger sister was due to the fact that she would read in the bathroom. on the toilet. to this day, i’ve never understood reading while you’re on the toilet, the most uncomfortable seat in the house. i know it’s not just a guy thing either. maybe i should ask my sister, ol’ ring-around-the-fanny, just what the allure is of reading in the john.
in addition to ring-around-the-fanny, sitting on the toilet too long results in other, much more serious, events. my advice . . . get in. do your business. get out.
i’m not really a proctologist, i just play one on the internet.
my parents often kept reading material in the bathroom. if there wasn’t anything, i’d read the back of the lysol can or the soap labels.
not prolonging the experience, just … passing the time, i guess.
hahaha ring around the fanny.
Are you kidding, I had to put a bookshelf in the bathroom to contain all of the reading material that finds its way in there.
One, it’s comfortable, at least to this ass. Also, some people often need more, um, time, in the littlest room. A lot more time, on occasion. And it can get pretty boring in there.
It’s quiet. The door has a lock. Once you establish a reputation for taking your time in the can, people leave you alone, which never happens in other rooms, at least not in my house.
When I walk into the can, my wife sometimes kisses me goodbye first. My friends, upon my pronouncement that I’m bathroom bound, wave at me and say ‘See ya’. And I’m not joking.
It’s the only room in this two bedroom house where I can walk in, shut the door, and be left alone for X minutes. The only room.
geeez. i think i must’ve missed bathroom escapism training…
The branch of my family that followed this practice was both a) the largest at the time and b) not practicing Catholics. But I still think it’s a boy thing. The reading material in bathrooms is almost never girlish.
(ducks flames re: genered reading material) But maybe that perspective comes from seeing more short-attention-span reading materials on boyish than girlish shelves. I guess, tho, it really breaks down to more or less anal retentive personalities, eh?
Wouldn’t one would think the sitting, letting gravity do it’s thing over the course of a really long stretch, thing would be much less apt to cause itching and swelling than the opposite behavior? I wonder if ob’s recommend reading on the throne to pregnant ladies.