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@skua But, in the end, weren't the real High Threat Individuals the friends we made along the way?

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@skua But, in the end, weren't the real High Threat Individuals the friends we made along the way?

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@nafnlaus Well done, Ms. Gorecka!

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@nafnlaus Well done, Ms. Gorecka!

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@amiserabilist @GuyDudeman @Alice @IntentionallyBLANK @bobthetraveler I agree whole-heartedly with all of the theory supporting the superiority of squat-toilets.
In practice however, my limited experience of squat-toileting has been that being curled up into a ball, & trying to balance that ball over two suddenly tiny-seeming feet, while contracting core muscles within that ball for the purpose of altering the mass & mass distribution of that ball, feels like a recipe for falling over, very probably in some deleterious -to-hygiene sort of way.
And, since I'm usually squatting due to an absence of toilets, somewhere in the great & secluded outdoors among a similar absence of people; there's also the worry that falling over will result in me rolling down some forested hill and being eaten by a bear with my pants down. (How the bear got into my pants, I'll never know. [taps cigar, searches fruitlessly for Groucho emoji])

All of which is to say, squat toilets are great, but I'm gonna need a safety rail.

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@amiserabilist @GuyDudeman @Alice @IntentionallyBLANK @bobthetraveler I agree whole-heartedly with all of the theory supporting the superiority of squat-toilets.
In practice however, my limited experience of squat-toileting has been that being curled up into a ball, & trying to balance that ball over two suddenly tiny-seeming feet, while contracting core muscles within that ball for the purpose of altering the mass & mass distribution of that ball, feels like a recipe for falling over, very probably in some deleterious -to-hygiene sort of way.
And, since I'm usually squatting due to an absence of toilets, somewhere in the great & secluded outdoors among a similar absence of people; there's also the worry that falling over will result in me rolling down some forested hill and being eaten by a bear with my pants down. (How the bear got into my pants, I'll never know. [taps cigar, searches fruitlessly for Groucho emoji])

All of which is to say, squat toilets are great, but I'm gonna need a safety rail.