If that’s all that were available, and if repurposing existing fixtures to jury-rig something would be awkward and violate social norms, and if the leg-shit were always someplace where the contours of the human body kept it from really touching anything else, and if my culture had a practice of including an extra layer of relatively expendable clothing that was always between the leg-shit-spot and my pants, then yeah, I’d manage.

It’s not that it’s a terrible analogy, but it’s more a bit from standup routine than a revelation about life. That being said, I’d still very much prefer to be able to wash it off with water, and while my shins are generally fine, I try to avoid pooping outside the house and will not be giving up my home bidets, thank you very much.

Just FYI the US Customary units for A4 are wrong on that image. For my fellow Americans, it’s 8.3" x 11.7".