When we moved from Bangladesh to the US in the late 1980s, there were a couple of things that made us go “WTF?” One was the taste of chicken. In Bangladesh, you go buy a scrawny live chicken from the market and butcher it. It took me the better part of a year to be able to stomach American chicken, which tastes like wet cardboard in comparison. The other “WTF” thing was toilet paper. In Bangladesh, you rinse with water and soap after doing your business. The idea of just dry wiping was...
(To this day, whenever I go to Japan and sit on a bidet, I can’t help but think “ahh, civilization.”)
(To this day, whenever I go to Japan and sit on a bidet, I can’t help but think “ahh, civilization.”)