When I was a teenagers in school, I would wait patiently through my English class as the attendance role was being called out. During this period, I liked observing the cool girls in our class. I would admire their youthful beauty in ewe and the way they took care of themselves. It made me wonder, what made them seem so attractive to everyone else? What was their secret that most of us did not know?

I have a problem. Despite the fact that I live in a very beautiful, four thousand square foot architecturally-design home in Los Angeles, I spend an inordinate amount of my time occupying only sixty square feet of that home. Those sixty feet happen to be my sanctuary, my place of energy, my moment of zen, my laboratory, or what others might simply call their bathroom.