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A Gentle Reminder. . .

This lovely reminder borrowed from Mad Dogs and Englishmen will go a long way in helping us average guys to kick up our style a few notches.  I'll add another point. . . if and when you use up the last of the toilet paper, remove the cardboard tube and put a new roll in the dispenser.

Personal style, when you think about it, is about much more than simply the clothes we might aspire to own and wear.  Sure, it's great fun talking and daydreaming about Harris Tweed jackets and John Lobb shoes, but I'd even be so bold as to suggest that the way we conduct ourselves is far more important in the quest to project an aura of style than an immaculately tailored suit made by Luciano Barbera.  After all, a person can have the means to wear the most expensive clothing, footwear, and accessories available, yet that individual can still be boorish in the extreme by way of rude, inconsiderate behavior.  Any claim of ignorance someone might offer in defense is no excuse.

 One place where this is worth keeping in mind is the bathroom.  And even if you live by yourself now and habitually leave that area in a less than pleasant state, there will come a day when you want to share your abode with a special someone.  Making a concerted effort to overcome any lax habits in this most intimate of rooms now will pay you considerable dividends down the road once you find your lobster and settle down to a life together. 

In other words, if you don't already do so, start leaving the bathroom in a clean and neat state once finish your daily rituals before you move on to the next thing.  Leave the bathroom looking good enough so that you would not be embarrassed to have your grandmother use the facilities were she to visit.  Seriously.  Why give your girlfriend/boyfriend/S.O./fiance/spouse reason to rethink his or her feelings?  Why risk having someone for whom you have special feelings begin to see you as an inveterate slob?  

Still not with me?  I'll be frank.  What self-respecting person will want to get naked and take a sexy shower or romantic bubble bath by candlelight with you if your bathroom is a damp, smelly, mildewy pigsty?  Piles of old Sports Illustrateds on the floor by the toilet, toothpaste and hair all over the sink, and a cruddy bathtub that hasn't had a scrubbing brush and Comet taken to it in months?  Trust me, guys.  It's a real mood killer.  So, come on.  Time to get with the program and start picking up after ourselves like Mom and Dad taught us.  A good place to start is in the bathroom.

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  1. Mark HollingsworthAugust 17, 2013 at 6:07 AM

    What a wonderful post! I sometimes think I was very fortunate to have served as an officer in the British Armed Forces - in the Officers' Mess we enjoyed the luxury of a single room to live in, but we all had to share the bathrooms. Unwritten rules developed over leaving these communal facilities 'as you would wish to find them'. Good rule to live life by.

    Mark

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