A Bidet is Better.

I have a confession to make. I’m actually quite embarrassed. Perhaps I shouldn’t be. I know most Americans behave the same way. I believe most of us are aware of the consequences. Still, I’m almost afraid to admit it. I feel like if I take this charge, admit my poor decision making, perhaps some of you will too. If I make my guilt known, perhaps I can change. And if I’m truly lucky, perhaps some of you will change with me.

I use toilet paper.


If the coronavirus pandemic has taught me one thing it’s this: we use far too much toilet paper and far too much paper-based products in general. I’m ashamed because I know better solutions exist. Many of these solutions have been in practice for centuries in developing countries, and yet we Americans refuse to adopt them.

I can’t help but wonder why. Why do I continue to wipe myself dry with ultra thick toilet paper? Why do I find it appropriate to simply flush this paper down the drain? Why is this behavior normal?

The truth is it should not be normal. The sad part is that I, and I assume many of you, are profoundly aware of the consequences. I’m generally aware of the journey toilet paper takes and where it ends up (if you’re not, click here). I understand the devastating impact toilet paper has on our sewage system (read this). I realize that my regular use of toilet paper contributes to the massive wads of dense, disgusting sewer plugs affectionately referred to in the media as fatburgs. For those of you unaware, fatburgs consistently clog our sewer systems causing back-ups and overflow, ultimately dumping thousands of gallons of raw sewage into our streams, rivers, lakes, and oceans each year. We spend millions of dollars each year removing these fatburgs from our sewers.

The most embarrassing aspect of this whole situation is that a better alternative already exists: the bidet (pronounced “be-day”). Many countries throughout the world, including most of Europe, Asia, and much of South America, have fully embraced the bidet. Anyone who has traveled to these continents has no doubt benefited from the experience. Americans, of course, have been woefully slow to adopt the bidet. The reasons for our refusal to accept the bidet are tragically misguided, many of which are closely linked to our nation’s sad history of sexism and misogyny. You can read a more thorough review of why the bidet has not been adopted in America here.


In dealing with my own guilt, I’ve started to think about why I continue to behave the way I do. Why do I, with my full knowledge of the costly results, continue to use toilet paper? Why do I find it so hard to change? Why do you? I thought by listing some of the reasons, and discussing my general thought process, perhaps we might all start to re-think our bathroom behavior.


Fear of the unknown.

To be fair, I too was quite intimidated during my first encounter with a bidet. Let me shed a little light on the subject. There are essentially 3 types of bidets. The most advanced are all-in-one toilet systems, combining the functionality of a toilet and an ergonomically positioned bidet attachment that squirts a steady stream of water on your anus and genitals. The original European version from the 18th century is comprised of a separate wash-basin that you fill with water and cup your hands to wash said regions of yourself. Don’t forget to clean the bidet after use. The 3rd version is a separate handheld that is typically attached to the wall or a toilet, and is essentially a hose with a nozzle. All 3 options are cleaner, more comfortable, and more effective than toilet paper. If you’re one of the unfortunate and initiated, here’s a more thorough breakdown of how to use a bidet.

Now you know.


It’s gross.

Smearing feces around with dry toilet paper is less effective and can lead to dryness, rashes, UTIs, and hemorrhoids. Gently washing your undercarriage with soap and water is a far superior personal hygiene practice. I assume, or perhaps severely hope, we all practice a similar hygiene method when taking a shower. And, let’s not forget, Everyone Poops.


Bidets are expensive.

For many years, the American market only had access to a few, more expensive bidet options, such as the Toro Washlet.  Thanks to a slowly changing perspective regarding personal hygiene, there are now more affordable options available. The Tushy Classic, for example, is a $79 add-on that provides bidet functionality without the need to install a whole new system. An even more affordable alternative can be found here. People throughout the world have cleaner anuses than Americans using a bucket, some water, and a little soap.


Do I still use toilet paper?

Ideally, no. Remember, the goal here is twofold: to improve hygiene and to reduce the use of paper-based products. Washable towels are preferred. Provide a dirty clothes bin near the toilet to dispense the towels after use, and then wash them as you normally would. If you’re cleaning is acceptable, the towel is used primarily for drying yourself – little to no waste should be present. The fancier bidets often provide a dry setting that blows warm air onto your nether regions. Highly recommended. If towels or an air dryer are not available, use a small amount of toilet paper to dry and throw the toilet paper in a waste bin or, if necessary, the toilet.


Given the current circumstances of the global pandemic, I can’t help but think this is a rare opportunity for design to highlight its true value. Through thoughtful design choices and well-planned business decisions, perhaps we can improve adoption of the bidet in America and unwittingly promote a positive behavioral change – one that is better for the environment and healthier for all our bottom sides. A behavioral change that is, quite frankly, a better experience.

What information, knowledge, or marketing scheme (if that’s what it takes) would finally convince Americans to make the transition? Could the bidet benefit from design changes, additional (or fewer?) features, or modified experiential functions? Are there any distinctly ‘American’ user needs, values, or habits that could reduce barriers to adoption? What’s it going to take for us Americans to fully embrace all the glorious benefits of the bidet? What’s it going to take for us to realize that a bidet is a superior alternative to toilet paper?

What’s is going to take for us to realize that a bidet is better?

Easily Replaceable

The doors of our recently purchased home have a nasty habit of slamming shut from the wind, creating a thunderous clap in the process. Our sweet rescue pup, Roxie, is not a fan. She trembles profusely out of fear whenever this door slamming event takes place.

For the sake of Roxie, my wife purchased two door stop options with the intention of returning the one that did not adequately suit our needs. One option was simply too short, and did not serve its sole purpose –  to hold the door open. The door briskly passed over it on its gleeful path towards its booming collision. The second option was gray, elastomeric, wedge shaped. It functioned well, holding the door ajar with no issues. Problem solved. We could move on to one of the many other issues plaguing our new home. The leaky windows, perhaps.

But there was a problem. This particular door stop was just too… ordinary. Sure, it served its primary objective well, and I’m confident that millions of its identical siblings were serving their purpose well around the world. One objective. One design. Slamming doors around the globe silenced. The founders of the Bauhaus are smiling in their graves.

Everyday things provide the means by which we are able to complete normal, utilitarian tasks without pause. They help us prepare our meals, organize our closets, clean our bodies, go about our daily life with ease and efficiency. We recognize them immediately, and use them without thought. This is how ordinary things operate, subconsciously. Ordinary things are good at what they do. And nothing else.

With most of these ordinary things, we simply use them and move on. With others, we crave the interaction with an almost primal hunger. We use them constantly and mindlessly. Cell phones, for example. There is a common theme with all ordinary objects: the experience is purely a one-way experience. The object performs the job it was designed to do, sometimes well and sometimes poorly. We interact with the object thoughtlessly while contemplating other topics – our day, our obligations, our commitments. When the object no longer performs the job well, we fix it or replace it. Most of the time, we replace it.

Ordinary objects are easily replaceable.

I’m tired of ordinary objects. I’m bored with the relationship. I’m annoyed that millions of other people have identical objects occupying their space. And I’m disappointed, because I know the relationship could be so much more. When everyone’s everyday objects are all the same their potential to inspire is lost. Their ability to spark conversations, to open our eyes to more interesting alternatives, and to become a more meaningful part of our lives is gone.

I want more. More interesting things. More creative solutions. More alternatives. I want to see something and be provoked to respond. “That’s interesting” would be perfectly acceptable. I want to be surrounded by more thoughtful things, things that make me pause, reflect, think. Things that make me feel, react, or respond emotionally. I want to walk through life with an uncanny interest in everything that surrounds me. I believe more interesting everyday things might make this possible.

I told my wife we couldn’t keep the wedge of plastic. “Fine, you can find one yourself,” was her reply.  Roxie now refuses to walk past our office door, and I’m in search of a more interesting door stop. Please contact me if you have any recommendations.

An Extraordinary Chair

Extraordinary things often enter your life in unexpected ways. Call it a chance encounter, a coincidence, an accident. Call it luck. These things, however they enter your life, can have a profound impact on how you think about the world. They can impact how you behave. One particularly extraordinary thing in my life warrants a story.

Priorities Change.

In the summer of 2017, my wife and I were busy figuring out all the flowery details of our Maine barn wedding. The property we had rented for the ceremony and reception was absolutely stunning. A beautiful manicured yard, a picturesque garden and apple orchard, a rustic yet charming barn, and a backdrop comprised of a serene New England forest. The only problem was that the barn was just that – an empty barn. No seating, no wedding décor, nothing really. It provided us with a blank canvas to carefully reflect our personal style, to make it our own.

We had a vision for how an eclectic assortment of various things would help us create the magical environment we envisioned for the greatest party of our lives. We spent most of the year leading up to our wedding collecting a diverse collection of items to customize the property for our wedding. Colorful upholstered chairs, ornate sofas, patterned pillows, and vintage rugs in every shape, size, and style you could imagine. We frequented vintage swap meets and antique festivals, including the colossal collection of stuff known as the Brimfield Antique Show.

For those of you not familiar with the Brimfield Antique Show, do yourself a favor and go. The Show, as they call it, is an expansive and entertaining collection of people and their things, spread out over 23 old farm fields in rural Massachusetts. There are typically over 6,000 vendors at the Show, selling everything from broken tchotchkes to high-end furniture.

The year of our wedding we spent several days at the Show, hoping to find good deals on furniture, rugs, and décor. In one mid-century themed tent I caught my wife-to-be eyeing a rather unassuming upholstered chair. It was simple, clean, and had a nice stance to it. The upholstered upper half was separated from the tapered wooden legs by a small gap, or “reveal” to use the parlance of the industrial design community.  The physical gap was thoughtful and considered – a visual, and perhaps metaphorical, distinction between the functional legs and the comfortable seating area. A single piece of fabric wrapped the entire back and side arms, minimizing the number of seams and adding to the overall simplicity of the design. There were 3 cute buttons centered on the slightly reclined back, an interesting interplay of seriousness and whimsy. We took turns sitting in the chair, circled it several times to visualize the chair in its entirety, and inspected the fabric with our finger tips. And we fell in love with it.

Our plan was to buy furniture we could use for the wedding and then sell the pieces afterwards to recoup some of our expenses. Our plan did not include buying furniture for our home. The Show, however, has a funny way of helping you change your priorities, and this particular chair did not belong in a tent at an antique show. It belonged in a home. The vendor and I haggled back and forth a little before we settled on $247, which was exactly the amount of cash I had in my pocket. We were satisfied with the price, proud of our negotiating success, and giddy with our charming new chair.

The Discovery.

At home, we inspected every detail of the chair: the seams, the odd feet added to the base, the upholstery, the finish of the wood. On the underside was a tag that read: Jens Risom Manufacturing. The name sounded familiar. I conducted a cursory search on the internet, and soon realized I should have been ashamed for not immediately recognizing the name. Jens Risom, after all, is responsible for some of the most iconic pieces of furniture of the 20th century. His collaboration with the esteemed furniture manufacturer Hans Knoll is well documented. When Hans Knoll launched his first line of eponymous furniture pieces in 1942, Risom’s work accounted for 15 of the original 20 pieces. The impact of this original line of furniture was significant, inspiring generations of designers and setting the standard for the Mid-Century Scandinavian design aesthetic in America.

The piece that we had purchased at the Brimfield Antique Show was designed and produced after Risom had left Knoll to start his own furniture company, the Jens Risom Design Company. From 1946 through 1970 the Jens Risom Design Company designed and manufactured a wide array of home, office, hospital, and library furniture. Many of these pieces have become design classics. Today, Risom’s work is on display at museums throughout the world, including the Museum of Modern Art and the Cooper-Hewitt National Design Museum.

Slowly, more and more articles about Jens Risom started to show up in my life. The more aware of his legacy I became. I learned that he grew up in Copenhagen, Denmark, studied design at the Copenhagen School of Industrial Arts and Design, and was classmates with another well-known furniture designer, Hans Wegner. He later moved to New Canaan, CT, home of some of the most celebrated architects of the mid-twentieth century. I imagined Jens Risom rubbing elbows with Philip Johnson and Marcel Breuer at a cocktail party. Did this ever happen? I don’t know. But it could have. I ran across an article in Dwell that mentioned his affinity for creating custom holiday cards each year, and how the whole family waited in anticipation each year to receive his fun, often humorous, and always thoughtful cards. The more I learned, the more I appreciated the man and his work, and the more I came to appreciate the purchase we had made at the Show.

Naturally, I started to look at the chair differently. Not only was it beautiful and thoughtfully designed, it had historical significance. It represented one small moment in a celebrated designer’s evolving design career. Today, when I talk about the chair (yes, I talk about this chair), I not only talk about the design, but I also talk about the designer and the influence he had on design in America.

When We Care.

When our newly adopted Great Dane puppy, Grouper, decided to take his little puppy angst out on our new chair, it never crossed my mind to throw it away. Why? Most of our previous furniture was used until worn and then sold on Craigslist, or worse, tossed in the landfill. This chair was different, it was important. It was not only well-crafted and elegant, but also reminded me of so many things: the chance find at the Show, the positive negotiating experience, the year of my wedding, and most importantly, it reminded me of the designer Jens Risom and everything I had learned about him. We had the chair reupholstered within weeks.

No other piece of furniture in our lives had ever occupied so much thought, commanded so much attention, nor required so much care. This is how extraordinary things operate. For various reasons (many of which are perhaps outside the designer’s control), you naturally stop and think about them. A healthier relationship between you and the object begins to develop. An extraordinary object does not simply speak of itself and its utility (e.g., I’m a chair, sit on me), but rather it speaks of many topics: the design decisions made, the person or persons responsible for making those decisions, the history behind its design and production, the memories experienced in and around the object, and perhaps, the very meaning of its existence.

Extraordinary things elicit dialogue, discussion, emotional responses, and in doing so open the door to alternative ideas and new experiences. Most importantly, extraordinary things demand care, and when we care about something and its well-being we treat it differently. We act differently. When we care, we take time to make decisions. We act more responsibly, more respectfully, and more thoughtfully.

Extraordinary things make us better people.

Throughout this series of short stories, I’ll continue to explore different aspects of everyday objects that not only cause us to enjoy them (much has already been written about this), but also aspects of everyday objects that push us further – objects that provoke reflection, thought, and responsible action. I’ll begin explore what it takes to become an extraordinary design.

Cuts Like a Knife

Anthony Bourdain suggested I buy a Global brand knife and use it for life. So I did.

I’m not exactly sure why I trusted Anthony Bourdain’s recommendation. Perhaps, I thought to myself, Global was a sponsor of Bourdain and he was getting paid good money to hawk their products. But maybe not. I’ve read several of his books and watched pretty much all of his food-themed tv shows. He didn’t seem like the type of guy to throw out an opinion lightly. I enjoyed his dry sense of humor, admired his willingness to take risks, and for some reason unknown to me, I tend to trust people who are generally cynical. Cynical people don’t lie. So, my wife and I bought a Global knife, a whole set in fact.

More interesting, however, is how I started to behave after we acquired the set of knives. I was enamored by the product as soon as the set arrived at my door. I opened the package immediately, inspected the 4 knives closely for any imperfections, and handled each of the knives individually. I enjoyed the various weights in my hand, the softness of the metal material, and appreciated the small dimpled design details highlighting the grip. As a designer with a degree in Human Factors, I considered the ergonomics, the balance, and the overall utility – and was generally impressed. I read carefully through the history of the brand and the care instructions. I practiced my chopping skills on a few sacrificial vegetables. I washed the set by hand as instructed, dried them with a microfiber cloth, and stored them carefully in the new knife block we purchased to display the knives.

In hindsight this behavior was quite strange. I had never been interested in knives before. Most of our previous kitchen knives were random and dull hand-me-downs. I don’t remember complaining about them once. I don’t remember discussing them with anyone either. They were just there, available, ready to be used when needed. Pedestrian but functional, and certainly not worthy of reflection. As time passed, however, I noticed that my new Global knives demanded quite a bit of attention, care, and oddly, reflection.

With each dinner preparation I carefully selected the knife most appropriate for the job. After dinner I hand-washed each knife with care and attention so as to prolong the life of each dangerously sharp blade. I dried them off dutifully. I watched YouTube videos on how to properly hone them, and then honed them regularly. I even took them to a local shop to have them sharpened – twice in the same year. I didn’t mind all the extra work, care, and attention. In fact, I rather enjoyed it. And two years later, I still do. I’ll never go back to a lesser knife, even if they purport to require less care.

This behavioral change is what interests me the most. These simple yet beautiful knives created new habits, both positive and constructive. I’m doing more work without hesitation and without complaint. These knives demanded care and required additional attention, and I obliged willfully. The care they required created moments of pause and reflection, and in doing so created a sense of responsibility for sustained long-term use. I plan to keep and use these well designed and manufactured products until they can no longer perform their function. And when I’m done, the remaining metal can be recycled and made into future Global knives.

I’m curious to know why this behavioral change took place. Why would I take on all this extra work? Why did I seem to enjoy it so much? It got me thinking: Can the products we use every day to complete basic, utilitarian tasks achieve the same results for others? Can these so-called “everyday objects” promote positive behavioral change, such as care, attention, reflection, and sustained use? And if so, would it be too much of a leap to wonder if common everyday objects can inspire responsible productivity such as environmental sustainability and social responsibility? I’m talking positive, productive, and actionable change. Meaningful change. If so, how?

Much has been written about the positive impact that art (music, dance, literature, motion pictures, fine art, etc.) can have on individuals and society alike. I’m interested to know if pedestrian everyday things, and the simple tasks they support, can waken us from the solipsist everyday we typically experience to promote more positive, productive, and meaningful behaviors, attitudes, and actions. These are the types of ideas and questions I’ll be exploring in my research and discussing with you in this blog.

Can we use design to turn everyday utilitarian things into far more meaningful things? Can we turn everything things into Extraordinary Things?