Gandhi cleaned his own toilet.
I cleaned the menís.
We usually take turns cleaning up at
work. Someone would be in charge of the lobby, or the
kitchen area, or the restrooms. Others might wash the
dishes, sweep, and mop. No one really complains about doing
the dirty work; we always just took rotations.
Nonetheless, I felt a little queasy about
having to clean the menís. Armed with soap spray and dirt
rag, I sprayed down the sink and mirror and then moved on to
the urinals. While scrubbing, I thought about what a laugh
it would be for some of my friends to clean like this; they
complain about vacuuming and taking out the trash, let alone
scrubbing down a menís toilet.
Chores arenít a necessity for teens
anymore. With adults around and siblings to boss, most get
away with not doing any. Add the housemaid who comes once a
week, even cleaning the bedroom can be left to someone else.
But thatís not my point. I mean, who
wouldnít want to put off the hassle for someone else?
Laziness is in everyone. What annoys me though, is the
people who are disgusted by doing chores and condescend to
the people who do.
I hate spoiled princesses who refuse to
help out with family chores and clean up after their own
mess. Who is so refined as to not have to wipe up after
themselves? Bending our backs, getting dirty, sweating,
these are the thing that transcend the social stratum. No
matter how high class and rich, you still walk the same dirt
road as everybody else.
With the advent of fortune, people stop
cooking for themselves. They stop cleaning, wiping, washing.
They stop for fear of germs and embarrassment. They develop
an attitude of sterile condescension. I, am above this work.
I, can enjoy my expensive piece of surrealist art and let
others do the work for me.
In the distant future, we will need
others to brush our teeth, floss that disgusting gap, pick
that nauseous nose. Someone else will need to change the
babyís diapers, wipe the food off a seniorís mouth, and take
care of a sick family member.
We canít, we wonít, for we are too
refined in our tastes to stoop down like the rest of them.