Well, why do restaurants have endless health and safety inspections to make sure employees are trained regularly in the importance of washing their hands before handling food and after being to the toilet? And E. Coli can kill in rare occasions.
But maybe for people doing scat a few days of ghastly diarrhea, vomiting, and abdominal pain is just the price they are happy to pay to get their kink on.
Because some people have tougher immune systems than others. Some people are more infectious than others. And restaurants et al have the potential to infect many many more people in a given 24hr period than pretty much any other public facing service industry.
Oh, and because some of the hygiene inspections and regulations are complete and utter bollocks written by timeserving bureaucrats looking to extend their power and reach, or are based on massively outdated science that was proven wrong even before the regulations came into force (hello plastic chopping boards I am looking at you).
The latter paragraph based on growing up with a father who is/was one of those health inspectors in a heavy tourist area. The former paragraph is based on experience of driving him to a hotel serving Xmas Dinner on more than one occasion that'd had a VERY major outbreak.
Those plastic chopping boards drove my mother insane. She used to own a restaurant. And of course was told to replace every wooden chopping board with plastic ones. And the plastic ones just cut up, got grooves, were always needing cleaned. Hopeless things.
That's interesting, because my mum swore that they were worse, and had many many fights with the food safety inspectors over the things, but she insisted she had to have them. She even got demerits on an inspection because the wooden chopping boards were still present in the kitchen, even though she said look, we just use those for plating up and bread slicing now. But they were like, NO WOODEN BOARDS IN KITCHENS!
The safe-sex course given in my city's community centres taught us to use chocolate pudding and unwrapped chocolate bars to simulate it, if we were with a partner who was into it.
This was 20 years ago. I am scared to see what the current content contains. Still, I am proud of my city for teaching people to be safe, no matter what they are into.
If it's your own, you can't catch anything -- at a push, reinfect with something you'd just about got rid of. And if you're scat-monogamous, you probably catch the same bugs as the other person even without scat.
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But maybe for people doing scat a few days of ghastly diarrhea, vomiting, and abdominal pain is just the price they are happy to pay to get their kink on.
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Oh, and because some of the hygiene inspections and regulations are complete and utter bollocks written by timeserving bureaucrats looking to extend their power and reach, or are based on massively outdated science that was proven wrong even before the regulations came into force (hello plastic chopping boards I am looking at you).
The latter paragraph based on growing up with a father who is/was one of those health inspectors in a heavy tourist area. The former paragraph is based on experience of driving him to a hotel serving Xmas Dinner on more than one occasion that'd had a VERY major outbreak.
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Dad hated enforcing the regs and always apologised for it, but dishwashers were good for them so it wasn't all bad.
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Madness.
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This was 20 years ago. I am scared to see what the current content contains. Still, I am proud of my city for teaching people to be safe, no matter what they are into.
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