In the movie Grosse Pointe Blank, there is a tense moment when the bad guys surround the heroine's house, carrying enough guns to conquer a small country. The hero tells the heroine to hide in the cast-iron bathtub while he takes care of the problem. So she goes.
Several bloody minutes later, the hero goes to the bathroom to check on her and finds her lying in a dry tub, her cheek against the rim. And every time I watch that scene, I think that I would rather be shot.
Seriously. The guns don't make shivers run up and down my spine; it's the idea of lying down in a dry bathtub that makes me feel sick to my stomach. I would really, really, really prefer to be shot.
I have always hated bathtubs. Not washing - I'm perfectly happy to shower daily - but bathtubs. That cold lifeless feeling of the ceramic (and cast iron plus ceramic is even worse). That suspicious drain hole that anything could crawl out of. That strange gritty feeling on the - okay, enough. I'm getting dizzy.
The point of this is that I recently found out that this fear and loathing of bathtubs can be considered an actual phobia. It's called yupenphobia, and it is a branch of oikophobia, the fear of home surroundings. So I am not alone! There are more people out there who are (quite sensibly, in my opinion) terrifyingly aware of the ultimate ickiness of bathtubs.
Let us unite! :)
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