Sometimes you just gotta ask the dumb question.
Toilet seat up or down? Or don't you care...
Now the reason I ask is that I live in a male dominated household. (No not Megan's--don't let her fool you, she rules her roost.)
Every time I head to the loo, the seat is up. Early on in my marriage, I had a fit about this very issue. It drove me crazy.
What about now?
Meh. Doesn't necessarily bother me now because I'm conditioned to put the flippin' seat down. Don't get me wrong, I've fallen in enough times to count, but geez.
Now why do I bring this up? Because I've never seen or read a romance that wasn't a "comedy" (I'm talking film with that), where the man leaves the seat up and she falls in. I don't know about you, but I appreciate realism in my romance. Yes, I know the idea of romance (I don't subscribe to this totally, mind you) is to be a fantasy. The idea is to take the reader out of her/his normal life and show them something that's the stuff of dirty dreams.
I agree to an extent, but then again, I can respect the idea of the guy farting, burping (or her for that matter), snoring (and not lightly), and leaving the seat up.
Am I wrong? Yes and no. There are those purists who will say that a hero doesn't do anything that isn't heroic.
Thanks, but no thanks. I find that a tad stifling.
I'm going back to my snoring, burping, farmer who sweats cause he does work and isn't dainty.