I noticed it a lot at first and thought the same thing, but by the third wash or so it had quit bothering me. I don't understand, but I'm really glad.
I noticed it a lot at first and thought the same thing, but by the third wash or so it had quit bothering me. I don't understand, but I'm really glad.
At some point in his life my husband decided it was rude to pee standing up if there wasn't a urinal or, like, bushes. So he sits, no one has come for his Man Card, and there is no pee anywhere in our bathroom but in the toilet.
Mine actually does! So we never have seat up or wee on the floor issues. I'm forever thankful.
It's like we're the same person. Talking about pooping/farting grosses my husband out so much. I like to knock on the door when he's in the bathroom and ask really loudly "What are you doing in there??? Are you pooping???" to really freak him out.
My husband hates me because I speak frankly about pooping/peeing/farting. He thinks it's impolite (but I'm a naturally gassy person, and sometimes I feel like it's better if I warn him!)
I've told my BF that when he and his buddies are drinking at the house they need to pee outside. I've banned them from indoor plumbing because I'm tired of our bathroom smelling like a truck stop restroom complete with damp pee stained floors. Learn to keep it in the bowl or find a spot along the hedge.
I lived with an ex boyfriend who would become enraged if I left the cupboards open, but not real rage, passive aggressive white-nonsense rage. I would often blame the open cupboards on a ghost I swear was trying to break us up.
My husband does this at home/in single person bathrooms. It leads to a lot of commentary on the size of the toilet seat (apparently they vary in size a lot? I have never noticed this before but apparently the width and distance from tank is a big deal.)
I have a co-worker (guy) who insists that sitting down to pee is so much cleaner; he didn't realize this until he was potty training his first kid. I don't understand how he made it to 33 years old without cleaning a toilet (or realizing that all the pee stains he was cleaning were from him if he did clean his…
My husband hates me because I hoard tissues. I was a sickly child and my parents couldn't afford several thousand boxes of tissues a year so if we ran out I would have to start using toilet paper and soon my nose would get raw and start bleeding. I had scar tissue under my nose for years! So I got into the habit of…
yup. was veggie for four years, but switched back when i started living in hawaii and hunting my own.
Not completely invalid-when cooking, especially with raw meat, I prefer to dry my hands on disposable towels.
Errant stream???? Us men are blessed with piss hoses we can point in any direction we want. When I sit down to pee, I push down on the base of my weiner to make sure the urine all goes down where it's supposed to.
As a service to its readers, could Jezebel collect certain threads and post them in the days leading up to and including Valentine's Day? My first nomination would be the one about partners who do not clean up their own pee. Women upset that they haven't found a man could read that and enjoy a little consolation.
My super scientific theory is that if men peed sitting down it would not take them forever to poop.
Guys are weirdly sensitive about that for some reason. Like, even when they do sit to pee they hate to admit it. I know mine does sometimes, but he's always embarrassed if it gets mentioned and I don't know why.
My husband hates me because of Laundry Mountain.
Be glad he uses tissues. My father, who is an intelligent and classy gentleman with opinion on opera and PBS mystery programming, uses only his sleeve to wipe his nose.
Tangentially related: Why must men use their ability to pee standing up as an excuse to NEVER EVER wait to pee? I am so sick of standing around nervously hoping cops don't come by while dudes pee in a corner because they just can't wait to get home. Especially if I also have to pee.
She's so cute! My baby is 16 and a half, but yours is so little!