"Tired of buying toilet paper?"
While consuming the chorizo and guacamole appetizer at Arriba Arriba late Saturday night, the conversation amongst those gathered at the table turned to pooping, as it seems to always do, and then on to bidets. (The Friday night dinner party I went to also devolved into poo talk — specifically the inherent difficulties of squatting over public toilet holes in Pakistan and Afghanistan — what is up?!)
Anyway! Bidets! When my family moved to Orlando, the house we bought, from a French couple, natch, had a bidet in the master bath. My young hick self was probably all “lookee ma, they gots two toilets in here” at first. Then, the actual function was explained and it was experimented with thusly. After awhile the novelty of a bidet in the home wore off.
When I brought up the amazing invention called the BidetSpa, my friend Ellie’s BF was incredulous. But I’m here to tell you it exists. And it is magic! In the way that their zealous promo video divides the world into those whose toilet seats shoot jets of water up their ass (enlightened) and those who only use toilet paper to cleanse themselves (filthy). “Sanitary confidence”! But don’t take my word for it, see for yourself.