Everyone I know does it: wake up in the morning, shuffle to the bathroom, flush the toilet, turn on the tap. Some jump in the shower for a warm, refreshing rinse.
I can be found in the kitchen, chin on palms, leaning on the counter waiting for my water to boil.
I never questioned this ritual, let alone my general use of water, until I was in my little cousin’s bathroom. This particular bathroom was littered with
Betty and Veronica comics. Casually flipping through one, my attenti...