Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
A Clean, Moist Panic
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2003 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
I, a guest, stepped into the well-appointed bathroom. I prepared to shower. I stepped inside the tub, noting corners and a wall caddy flush with bathing product bottles.
And then it came time to soap up.
Shampoo. Conditioner. Exfoliating scrub. Conditioner. Facial mask. Hand soap.
I eventually discovered the bottle of foaming body wash, as imaginary waves lapped at my ankles.