If that's all that were available, and if repurposing existing fixtures to jury-rig something would be awkward and violate social norms, and if the leg-shit were always someplace where the contours of the human body kept it from really touching anything else, and if my culture had a practice of including an extra layer of relatively expendable clothing that was always between the leg-shit-spot and my pants, then yeah, I'd manage.

It's not that it's a terrible analogy, but it's more a bit from standup routine than a revelation about life. That being said, I'd still very much prefer to be able to wash it off with water, and while my shins are generally fine, I try to avoid pooping outside the house and will not be giving up my home bidets, thank you very much.

[–] glimse@lemmy.world 2 points 9 hours ago

It's not supposed to be a "revelation about life" though??And I wasn't talking about taking a shit in public, I just said getting shit on your leg.

If you're walking barefoot in a park and step on some dog shit, I doubt you'll feel clean after wiping it out from between your toes with a dry paper towel. Even (especially?) if you put shoes on after

I feel like this thread has a bunch of Charmin employees commenting.