This pooperific piece of German engineering allows you to take real pride in your fecal matter - not only by giving you a rather explicit visual experience of the glorious dump it took you half an article of Titanic to produce, but also by raising your turds that much closer to your olfactory glands, allowing you (whether you like it or not) to take a nice, deep whiff of the kids you just dropped off at the proverbial pool. (Of course, the pool metaphor seems inappropriate here.)
I leave you all with a reflection on the semiotic triangle of toilets by eccentric philosopher Slavoj Žižek. And I challenge us all to make an attempt to "directly confront" our excrement lest we forget that "...as soon as you flush, you're right in the middle of ideology."
Very funny. But there is a huge adavantage to having a poop shelf: when the poop drops it doesn't create a big splash that always wets my ass here in the USofA.
ReplyDeleteYou are the second one of my friends to draw my attention to the Zizek piece in a week - what's with poop and the universe just now? However, if you never saw Zizek's A Pervert's Guide To The Cinema I higly recommend it - your favorite movies will never be the same again :o)
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