Now that we've engaged in our seminal discourse of the relative merits of showers versus baths, surely it behooves us to further examine the conduct of bloggers in their bathrooms.
It seems to me that, if I may be permitted to add to the lexicon, there are two types of abluters: those who perform their deep-cleansing in the morning and those who scrub at night. I would suppose that all who ablute in the morning must necessarily pass their somnambulating bodies under the quick and invigorating showerhead rather than take the necessary time to draw a luxurious bath. Even if people could spare the time for a morning bath, many of them would probably fall asleep and drown themselves, and laws would need to be passed, and enforcement agencies would have to bolstered to to enforce the laws.
As usual, I'm sure to be in the minority, for I prefer to sponge my soot, whether by shower or bath, in the evening. It makes sense to me. I don't want to carry the day's grime into the clean sheets, and unless a given night's dreams call either for a wrestle with the devil or a bawdy romp with a salacious floosie (only in my dreams you understand), I normally expect to awaken fresh and clean in the morning.
The only valid rationale that I can fathom for eschewing evening ablutions in favour of morning dousings must be the old nemesis — HAIR! This is not my cross to bear, you understand, but certain unfortunate souls such as my wonderful son-in-law awake to the dawn looking like Pumpkinhead on a bad hair day. E has a rather glorious mane all in all, but not when he first stumbles groggily out of bed. Raggedy Andy has a better DO than E on a typical morning. At first blush, this makes E and me total opposites, for my hair is so sparse and short that I can (I'm being serious here) go for days at a time without bother to comb it, and nobody is ever the wiser.
Actually E and I have more in follicle commonality than first impressions would indicate, for, although you could never even be expected to guess at such if you were able to see my closely cropped chrome dome right now, at any length longer than extremely short my hair is quite curly too. Frankly, it was once a disaster to manage (when I had some to manage that is), and there were times when I had to forsake my spiritual principles and shower in the morning to try to achieve some semblance of order with my mop.
In case my meanderings around this bushy topic, leave you a trifle unclear as to my impressive thesis, it it this. It makes sense for those who can do so to shower at night — unless you have a fond predilection for being dirty in bed. I make exception, however, for those who must arise with each dawn to resume ongoing struggles with their manes.
Some people, and I can produce affidavits to prove this, actually shower twice a day. While, at first blush, that seems like overkill, I think it makes a kind a sublime sense. Shower (or bathe) at night to go to bed clean; shower in the morning to deal with those unruly coiffures.
So how about you: morning or night, shower or bath? Why?
I once wrote a blog called Bad Hair Life. Some tell me that it's funny.