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Five Kinds of Bad

First there was this … then there was this … now there’s this:

And do we really need five rolls to choose from?


The janitor, an avid reader of Korrektiv, no doubt, has corrected the earlier error.

Thrice Wrong

The last in our series on the sit-down pee

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The Sit-Down Pee: Extenuating Circumstances

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The Sit-Down Pee, Revisited

A couple of years ago I posted a consideration of the sit-down pee, comparing two instances of it in cinema and literature.

Now we have this contribution to the discussion from Pastor Steven Anderson:

The Sit-Down Pee: Two Views

In the movie About Schmidt, the lead character (played by Jack Nicholson in his subdued-neorotic mode as opposed to his manic-neurotic mode) sits down to pee because his wife has berated him into doing so. By contrast, consider the Sherman Alexie short story, “Saint Junior” (from The Toughest Indian in the World). In that story, the lead character sits down to pee as an act of love towards his wife, reflecting that, no matter how good an aim you are, the ordinary stand-up pee inevitably results in droplets going astray.

The moral of these two stories? Wives: try to be less bitchy, don’t be like Mrs. Schmidt. Husbands: love your wives, try to be more like Junior (who also pours gasoline over a snow-covered basketball court and lights it in order to clear the way for a little midwinter hoop action, which is another sort of act of love).

Bathroom Humour: Boys vs. Girls

Like most boys, I have, I confess, been guilty of leaving the toilet seat up from time to time.

I’ve found that girls, however, are more often guilty of the greater sin, namely forgetting to flush the toilet after dropping an (often odd looking) load.

Just putting that out there for y’all’s consideration.

Next week: the ethics of sit-down pees.

Gossip on a Grand Scale

It occurred to me this morning as I sat in the WC reading A Short History of the Catholic Church that such books, and in fact all that falls under the rubric of historical studies, consist of nothing more than gossip on a grand scale. But I wouldn’t therefore dismiss historical studies. Gossip can be good, can weave the threads that bind us together in a meddlesome and beautiful fabric of love.