My boyfriend has this contraption called an Automatic Shower Cleaner. Have you heard of this? I've done some research and basically, it's a magical device made by unicorns in The Land of Scrubbing and Rainbows.
It hangs there in his shower, looking all inconspicuous. And then every morning, when he gets out of the shower, he hits a little button to activate the unicorn rainbow magic. Because this little device shoots its spray -- called "scrubbing bubbles, with booster," I'm told -- all over the inside of the shower. And it keeps things clean. Totally skuzz-free. And it works! And, it means he almost never has to get in there and actually do any cleaning, let alone call in a San Diego housekeeping service to scrub that shower tile.
Unicorn rainbow magic, indeed.
Like everyone else in the known universe, I really, really hate cleaning the bathroom. It is tedious, and germy, and often requires kneepads and elbow grease. It's right up there with an afternoon root canal, if you ask me. So discovering a device to shoulder some of the bathroom burden? Well that really does feel like magic.
But there's just one problem. The shower spray itself is not so magic. It's more like...toxic. A harsh chemical cocktail does the job, but at what price? What kind of poison is my man spewing into his home every morning? What kind of vapor is escaping into the living room, into the bedroom? What kind of carcinogenic additives might be wafting around the apartment?
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