And their lovely loos.

I would acutally support that Sitzpinkel movement, however.

Clean up after my brothers once and you will be wanting every man in every nation to sit the hell down, too. It's got nothing to do with fighting the patriarchy for me. It's because my brothers are SLOBS! Filthy buggers. How the hell they managed to get their stuff everywhere (including behind the bowl) I have no idea. I just know that---as a girl in the Zabawa household, whose chores were relegated strictly to the inside of the house---that I had to clean it up and I didn't like it. Methinks they were purposefully aiming for it, but they cried foul when it was suggested.

Fortunately for me, I have a nice, neat husband who puts the seat back down. He even apologizes when he misses. I have to think God was throwing me a bone by sending me this kind, kind man after having to clean my brothers' bathroom for so many years.

All you have to do is be neat, boys, and women won't ask you to sit down. Hell, we might even give up the cause and stop asking you to put the seat down. Evaluate your toity habits (and by that I mean, ask yourself this simple question: would you want to clean that up if the culprit was someone other than yourself? If the answer is no, well, you know where you need to start.) and reform your wicked ways if you're in need of doing so.

{Hat tip: The Pious Agnostic}

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As the wise man once said, save the anger for later, my boy.

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