To pee or not to pee?

Is it okay to pee in the shower? This topic has been on my mind for a while.  On one side of the argument, it is an environmentally responsible way to save water. On the other hand, it is disgusting. I mean, we already have a whole bowl of water  just made for this purpose.


I am not the first to contemplate this argument; below is a clip from Seinfeld where George and Elaine tackle the golden shower debate (I know this is not what “golden shower” means, but it seemed fitting).

I agree with George on this one, at some point “it’s all pipes.”  This is especially true now that it has become more acceptable for cities to reclaim their waste water.(In this case, reclaiming means reusing the poop water.)  Maybe I’m biased since my hometown of El Paso, TX has been doing this for ages. As reported in the NY Times, “The president of El Paso Water Utilities, said in an interview that his city recycled all of its wastewater. Most is used for things like cooling industrial plants or watering playing fields, he said, but ‘it’s been accepted that we’re recharging some of that water into the aquifer” and into the Rio Grande.’” [1]

But does this excuse peeing in the shower? I am still undecided so I created a list of pros and cons.



Just think of all the water you are saving! (Approximately, 3.5 gal /13 liters per flush.) The amount of water wasted in trying to wash away the shame of your deed may be equal to a flush.
The release of urine combined with a relaxing hot shower can lead to euphoric state of being. The pungent smell of urine mingling with steamy temperatures could quickly kill any feelings of euphoria.
This is your chance to be a first world anarchist. Society can’t tell you what to do, you pee where you want! You can’t really tell anyone about your new form of protest without sounding like a sex pervert (akin to Colin Firth when he talks about baguettes).
You can blog about it! Your blog is perceived as a gross admission that you have nothing else to write about but your own urine.

Don’t judge.


[1]Barringer, Felecity. (2012). As ‘yuck factor’ subsides, treated wastewater flows from taps. The New York Times. Retrieved from:

Bloggy Ambitions

I am both cowardly and lazy – a terrible mix for blogging.  Yet, in a bit of a New Year’s fervor I’ve decided to just commit to the task of sharing my thoughts with world, which basically means typing into the never ending ether that is the internet. The thing is you can’t just write a blog anymore, you need a theme or catch; something to hook a book deal with. I can’t say that my goals are anywhere near that lofty because, again, I am lazy and cowardly. However, here are some small goals for this blog:

  • I would love to start the internet rumor that Colin Firth has a bread fetish. The problem is it nearly impossible to find any images of Colin Firth with food, much less bread.  After many searches I found one image of Mr. Firth with a bar of chocolate.  Following that, I found only one other image which pictures him sitting next to food at his favorite table. This is seriously odd, considering that a search of nearly any other celebrity eating will grant you a sea of images worthy of its own fetish. (Traipse on over to  to see what I mean.)  The absolute lack of images of Firth eating makes me wonder if he has a gone out of his way to not be photographed while stuffing his face hole. What is he hiding?  Answer: A bread fetish.
  • My secondary goal would be to score a celebrity lunch with David Sedaris, Tina Fey and Mary Roach. By the end of the luncheon they will be convinced that I am a brilliant young talent and they will take me under their collective wing. Then we will ride off into the sunset on a single steed.*

In short, it’s the simple things that I’m after.

"Shit, they're on to me."

* Realistically, a lunch like this can only end in tears. David will say that my lunch choice is “unacceptable,” and Tina Fey will be insulted by my insistence on calling her by her full name. Roach would just be embarrassed by the whole ordeal and then write a book about it. They will all leave in a huff, but not without exchanging contact information and becoming the best of friends; bonding over their mutual hatred for me.