But What About Toilet Paper?!

One of the most common zero waste questions people ask me is, “What about toilet paper?” Sometimes asked with smugness, sometimes with horror, the question of toilet paper waste is universal in the western world. Until recently, I didn’t have a satisfying answer.

Mostly, I worked in compromises. Zero Waste Home suggests getting toilet paper that wrapped in paper (not plastic), made from recycled materials, and chemical-free. However, the only thing I could find close to that description was the individually wrapped Scott’s toilet paper. Its harsh consistency irritated that oh-so-sensitive skin made it a less-than-permanent solution. I was stuck buying overpriced toilet paper from Seventh Generation when I could afford it, or biting the plastic bullet and opting for Charmin.

Then, a miracle: I stumbled upon an ad.

I know, I know. Regardless of how much I hate the consumerist society I live in, I’m also shaped by it. The ad for Who Gives a Crap boasted all the zero waste goodies listed in Zero Waste Home and mentioned its endeavor to build toilets in impoverished areas with the proceeds. After a little light research, I learned that several of my go-to zero waste gurus use the product and like it. I’ll be honest: I didn’t spend that much time researching it. I was desperate to find something–anything–to kick my plastic wrapped Charmin habit.

I ordered 24 rolls for $30, the cheapest option they had. It arrived in all its glorious, plastic-free beauty and I realized I’d forgotten something vaguely important when you buy things in bulk…

Storage.

I live in a house with 4 other adults, and even though I only share my bathroom with one of them, it’s still tiny. I’m talking itty-bitty. No linen closet or storage space save for the cabinet under the sink and a small shelf we fit above the toilet. I had to get creative…

Luckily the company Who Gives a Crap also prides themselves on attractive paper wrapping. If nothing else, it’s a good conversation starter for guests who use our restroom. I’m always looking for an excuse to preach the Gospel according to Bea Johnson.

Then came the moment of truth: the quality of the toilet paper. My biggest inhibitions was believing that recycled toilet paper that’s (mostly) chemical-free would feel good. To my surprise, it was softer than I expected. The texture was unusual for me, but not uncomfortable and it didn’t disintegrate upon contact either.

I read somewhere that you know you’re an adult when you get really excited about household things, like a blender or new curtains. I’m not sure if getting excited about toilet paper also counts, but if so, I’ve definitely crossed over the threshold to adulthood.

Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to try out a bidet.