No, this isn't about government regulation of the securities industry. Or yesterday's Hottie Judge. Here's a better photo for Hattie and fellow rogue judge lovers.
This pose comes right before he winks and cocks his finger guns.
No, what the government should really regulate is toilet height.
My home commode should be the standard height, like the standard kilogram in France.
If I visit the restroom at, say, Dennys / Bob Evans / IHOP / Cracker Barrel, or at work, the seats are too low for proper cleanup. I want to sit and yet still be able to reach my most nether of nether regions. Too often I sit down, find my knees up by my ears, and find my bottom too far from the ends of my fingertips.
I can't get purchase. It shifts my center of balance. But most probably the lower seat wads up my belly fat so much I can't reach far enough back reaching from the front. And we have already covered the futility of a back reacharound.
Gary first recommended I use the disabled stall toilet, which is higher, and he is right. Of course now if I see any one come out of the disabled stall I'll know why she was in there, unless she's thin.
His next recommendation was that I stand up, magically keep my pants up, double over, and approach things that way, because that's a stable position for someone with balance issues. I can just see the chalk line on the restroom floor.
Or I could lose my belly. But - wait a minute. Pregnant women have bellies. How do they clean up on a shorty commode?