dirty hands
one of the more, if not the most common urban myth is that one’s hands are dirtier than a toilet seat. everyone heard it at one point in his lifetime and everyone tells it at several occasions, sooner or later. at a rather boring party or a wrong gone first date maybe. i think that is already annoying enough. sometimes i want to yell at someone who tells me about it. yell in his or her face: “oh lord, i know and i don’t care, for gawd’s sake! “
what astonishes me is that once or twice a year i even have to read about it in the newspaper. and be assured i am no newspaper man. and when i read such a story titled something like this: “are our hands too dirty?” mostly with a more catchy headline of course. i wonder what is the purpose of the editors to publish one “story” over and over again. i really do. and i came up with three possible answers: (a) they - people who keep spreading the news - want us to wash more, stop shaking hands, stop liking our hands and basically wear medical gloves. or (b) another direction is the following, namely quite the opposite: we - as in the common people - are now asked to embrace our toilet seats. not only embrace it, but even use it as a dish, worhsip it, after all it is far cleaner than our hands. and the simplest solution would be (c) it’s for teh creeps. so that people have to talk about something at a boring party or a wrong gone first date in order to save the conversation and have a rather disgusting topic to talk about.
or, or, or (d) someone just wants to have a reason to talk about toilets!
