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Your most viewed post probably hit a LOT of familiar nerves. It doesn't matter what gender, political leaning or religion we have we ALL need to crap. And would prefer to do so in comfort.
Oh yes, I remember it well! Even when my Mum, eventually, splashed out for some softer toilet paper at home, schools and work places retained their sadistic tendencies in relation to "the wipe" for quite a while longer - some probably retain 'em still.
Newspapers ripped into squares, telephone book pages cut up. Horrible. I expect we had similar paper to as you describe but I don't remember the smell. If is interesting as to what pushes people's buttons at times.
I've only been blogging for nine years, so I missed that one. It's hilarious! I remember newspaper cut into large squares and hung on a meat hook beside the tincan dunny (toilet), we didn't have a flush one then it was the can under a wooden seat and it was taken away once a week and replaced with a cleaned one, so no worries at all about clogging up the plumbing with newspapers. We found the newspapers softened and did a better job if we dampened them first, so we'd grab a handful, run out to the garden tap, then dash back and hope no one else got in there before you. our dunny was way down the back of the yard (a large yard) so we tried to not have to go after dark.
We usually used newspaper when I was a kid. I don't remember using any particular type of toilet roll, but there were certainly some rather scratchy ones. Re the bamboo toilet paper, if it's similar to bamboo cups it's made of ground-up bamboo powder stuck together with a toxic kind of glue. Probably best avoided.
I was subjected to newspaper and catalog pages when I visit the outhouse at my grandparents' house, but we must have escaped that particular paper here in the U.S. The indignity of the outhouse drew my focus more than the papers. Even worse was when we would visit family friends. To get to their outhouse in certain seasons, you had to wade through a rafter (had to look that up) of turkeys being raised for Thanksgiving meals. To a five-year-old, that was akin to walking through the dinosaurs on Jurassic Park.
Your most viewed post probably hit a LOT of familiar nerves. It doesn't matter what gender, political leaning or religion we have we ALL need to crap. And would prefer to do so in comfort.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I remember it well! Even when my Mum, eventually, splashed out for some softer toilet paper at home, schools and work places retained their sadistic tendencies in relation to "the wipe" for quite a while longer - some probably retain 'em still.
ReplyDeleteNewspapers ripped into squares, telephone book pages cut up. Horrible. I expect we had similar paper to as you describe but I don't remember the smell. If is interesting as to what pushes people's buttons at times.
ReplyDeleteI am using the last roll of a "free" promotion of bamboo TP. I wonder if it resembles your roll(s).
ReplyDeleteI've only been blogging for nine years, so I missed that one. It's hilarious! I remember newspaper cut into large squares and hung on a meat hook beside the tincan dunny (toilet), we didn't have a flush one then it was the can under a wooden seat and it was taken away once a week and replaced with a cleaned one, so no worries at all about clogging up the plumbing with newspapers. We found the newspapers softened and did a better job if we dampened them first, so we'd grab a handful, run out to the garden tap, then dash back and hope no one else got in there before you. our dunny was way down the back of the yard (a large yard) so we tried to not have to go after dark.
ReplyDeleteNot shocking at all. In my opinion, for shock and awe value that post wins hands down.
ReplyDeleteWe all have our minds in the toilet :-))
ReplyDeleteLooks like it provoked a lot of memories for folks.
ReplyDeleteI think my most popular blog post, just based on internet hits, was a sarcastic one about painting a ceiling.
ReplyDeleteThat tp sounds absolutely dreadful!
We usually used newspaper when I was a kid. I don't remember using any particular type of toilet roll, but there were certainly some rather scratchy ones. Re the bamboo toilet paper, if it's similar to bamboo cups it's made of ground-up bamboo powder stuck together with a toxic kind of glue. Probably best avoided.
ReplyDeleteI was subjected to newspaper and catalog pages when I visit the outhouse at my grandparents' house, but we must have escaped that particular paper here in the U.S. The indignity of the outhouse drew my focus more than the papers. Even worse was when we would visit family friends. To get to their outhouse in certain seasons, you had to wade through a rafter (had to look that up) of turkeys being raised for Thanksgiving meals. To a five-year-old, that was akin to walking through the dinosaurs on Jurassic Park.
ReplyDeleteWe are all of the vintage of scratchy itchy (and sometimes painful) butts.
ReplyDeleteThe Cottonelle kids of today don't have a clue!
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