Have you ever wondered why most toilets are white? While toilets come in a variety of colors, the vast majority are bright, clean-looking white. This isn’t just a random choice—manufacturers have specific reasons for producing toilets in this color. From cost-saving measures to hygiene benefits, let’s explore the fascinating reasons why white remains the dominant toilet color worldwide.
1. Porcelain Naturally Turns White When Fired
Most toilets are made from porcelain, a type of ceramic that is incredibly durable and water-resistant. During the manufacturing process, the porcelain is fired at extremely high temperatures—often exceeding 2,000°F (1,100°C).
What happens during firing?
- Porcelain naturally turns white as it hardens in the kiln.
- The high temperatures make the material glossy and non-porous, preventing water absorption.
- The white color is a result of the natural minerals used in porcelain, such as kaolin clay and feldspar.
While manufacturers could add color pigments before firing, this would require an extra step—adding cost and complexity to the process. Instead, most manufacturers skip the coloring process and embrace the natural white hue of porcelain.
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2. White Toilets Are Easier and Cheaper to Manufacture
From a manufacturing perspective, keeping toilets white is the most practical choice. Here’s why:
Fewer production steps – No need to mix or apply colored pigments. Lower costs – Coloring agents increase the price of materials and labor. Consistency in production – White is the default color, making mass production more efficient.
Because white porcelain is already the natural outcome of the firing process, it allows manufacturers to save money and time while producing toilets in bulk.
3. White Creates a Clean and Hygienic Look
One of the biggest reasons why toilets are white is psychological. The color white is associated with cleanliness, sterility, and hygiene.
Ever noticed that hospitals, clinics, and labs are often white?
This is because white makes spaces feel sanitary, bright, and fresh.
Why does white make us feel clean?
- It reflects light, making bathrooms feel bigger and brighter.
- It doesn’t hide stains, so people are more likely to keep it clean.
- It gives a sense of purity and sterility, which is especially important in bathrooms.
4. White Toilets Help Spot Dirt and Bacteria
Would you want a toilet that hides dirt? Probably not. A white toilet makes it easier to see stains, grime, and bacteria, ensuring it gets cleaned more frequently.
Why is this important?
- Hygiene – White surfaces make it obvious when cleaning is needed.
- Health – A clean toilet reduces the risk of bacteria buildup.
- Maintenance – Regular cleaning prevents long-term stains and odors.
If toilets were black, brown, or dark gray, they could easily hide dirt, mold, and bacteria, leading to less frequent cleaning—which isn’t ideal for a place meant for sanitation.
5. White Matches Any Bathroom Style
Another advantage of white toilets is their versatility. Since white is a neutral color, it fits effortlessly into any bathroom décor. Whether your style is modern, classic, minimalist, or luxury, a white toilet will always match.
Why designers love white toilets:
- White gives the bathroom a clean and timeless look.
- It makes small bathrooms feel bigger and more open.
- White complements any color scheme—walls, tiles, and accessories.
Because homeowners have different preferences when it comes to bathroom design, a neutral white toilet ensures it will never clash with the rest of the space.
6. White Toilets Feel More Inviting Than Colored Ones
While toilets can be made in other colors, many people subconsciously prefer white because it feels safer and more welcoming.
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Why aren’t toilets commonly red, black, or dark green?
- Dark colors make the toilet look smaller and heavier.
- Bright colors (like red or yellow) can feel aggressive rather than calming.
- White gives a feeling of freshness and purity, making it the best choice for a place of cleanliness.
Even though pastel-colored toilets were popular in the 1970s and 1980s, they eventually faded from the market. Today, people prefer clean, neutral tones, with white leading the way.
7. White Toilets Are Easier to Repair or Replace
Toilets aren’t something people replace often. When they do, having a universal color like white makes finding a replacement much easier.
Why white toilets are easier to maintain:
- If a toilet cracks or breaks, replacing it with another white toilet is effortless.
- White toilet seats and lids are widely available, making it simple to swap parts.
- Plumbers and home improvement stores stock white toilets more than any other color.
If you owned a bright pink or blue toilet, finding an exact color match for a replacement could be a nightmare. White eliminates this problem, making it the go-to choice for homeowners and businesses.
8. Do Colored Toilets Still Exist?
Yes, but they’re rare. Some homeowners still opt for off-white, beige, black, or gray toilets for unique design aesthetics. However, these options are more expensive and harder to find.
Who still buys colored toilets?
- People with custom-designed bathrooms.
- Luxury homeowners who want a unique statement piece.
- Retro enthusiasts looking to recreate vintage styles.
For most people, though, white remains the practical, affordable, and timeless choice.
Final Thoughts: Why White Toilets Dominate the Market
So, why are most toilets white? It all comes down to science, practicality, and psychology.
Porcelain naturally turns white when fired at high temperatures. White toilets are cheaper to manufacture and easier to mass-produce. They give a sense of cleanliness and make dirt more visible, encouraging hygiene. White is a neutral color, fitting into any bathroom style effortlessly. They are easy to replace and maintain, reducing long-term hassles.
While colored toilets exist, white remains the preferred choice worldwide. So next time you step into a bathroom and see a white toilet, you’ll know—it’s not just a random decision, but one based on science, efficiency, and aesthetics!
I Hired a Man to Wish My Son a Merry Christmas as Santa Claus and I Noticed He Had the Same Birthmark as My Son
I hired the same Santa actor to come to our house for three years straight. But it was only last Christmas Eve that I stumbled upon him in the bathroom and discovered why he was so dedicated to us… actually, to my son.
Real life is often stranger than fiction. Hello there! My name is Elara, and I was 34 when this happened last year. First, some quick background: I adopted my son, Dylan, when he was six months old. That was already eight years ago.
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The adoption agency found him on their doorstep (yeah, like a movie, I know) with just a note saying his name was Martin.
He was still a baby, so I decided to rename him Dylan, and it’s been just us against the world ever since. It’s hard raising a child on my own, but it’s been the most rewarding time in my life.
Every holiday became more special since I adopted him, and my favorite was Christmas. Dylan was a fuzzy baby, and I hate crowds, so instead of going to the mall, I started searching for a Santa I could hire for a photo.
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I discovered a photography studio that had its own actor, and I took my son there. However, as Dylan grew up, I thought about mixing things up.
Over three years ago, as I was still trying to come up with ideas for better Christmas traditions, I found a flyer stuck on my doorstep. It said: “Professional actor available to visit your home dressed as Santa Claus to surprise your child.”
There was a name and a phone number, and honestly? It felt heaven-sent. So, I called, and soon, Harold entered our lives.
A flyer | Source: Midjourney
He showed up that first Christmas in a Santa suit that was a little too big for him. But it was exactly what I had in mind. Dylan was five, and he totally thought it was the real Santa.
He dragged Santa around our tiny living room and showed him every single ornament on our small, weirdly decorated tree. Meanwhile, I watched from the old, thrifted couch.
But looking back, I should’ve noticed the red flags. That day, Harold stayed for THREE HOURS. He built block towers with Dylan, read stories, and even helped bake cookies.
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I tried to pay him extra (which I honestly couldn’t really afford), but he straight up refused and asked me to please call him next Christmas.
A year later, I did just that, and Harold was surprisingly still in business. Most kids get a rushed mall Santa photo, right? Not Dylan.
He got personal playtime with Santa in our living room. But, I kept thinking, “Doesn’t this guy have other houses to visit?”
Santa sitting in a living room, playing with a boy | Source: Midjourney
One time I asked him about it. “You really don’t have to stay this long. Other families must be waiting,” I hinted, trying to be subtle about it.
He just smiled and said, “Oh no, Christmas Eve is reserved just for special boys like Dylan.” Again, looking back now… yeah. Something was up.
Dylan also became used to his Santa privilege and went ALL IN on these visits. He would deep clean his room (I mean, as best as a kid could) and do extra chores. As he told me, “Santa would want to see I’m being good.”
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Fast-forward to this past Christmas. Dylan was eight and still believed in Santa, but he was slowly getting to that age where kids started asking questions.
As always, our living room was in full Christmas mode with lights everywhere, dollar store stockings by our fake fireplace (hey, we work with what we got), and our trusty artificial tree covered in eight years of random ornaments.
Dylan was excitedly talking about his science project to Harold when he made a wrong move, and suddenly, hot cocoa was covering Santa’s whole suit.
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“Oh NO!” my kid bellowed like his world was ending, but Harold played it cool.
“Don’t worry, my friend. Even Santa has accidents sometimes,” he laughed, then looked at me. “Mind if I use your bathroom to clean up?”
I nodded and rushed to grab him a towel from the closet, and when I went to hand it to him… oh, boy. He had taken off the top of his costume and…no! This is not one of those stories.
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What struck me speechless was a weird crescent-shaped birthmark on Harold’s back. It was identical to Dylan’s. What were the odds?
But wait, it gets stranger. On the bathroom counter, I saw keys to a Mercedes. Since when does a part-time Santa actor (who works for a less-than-averaged income family) drive a car like that? Also, it wasn’t outside. Did he park it far away?
Anyway, I tried to play it cool and handed over the towel without looking. But my mind was RACING.
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Back in the living room, Dylan was setting up some board game Santa had said he could open early. I sat there trying to make everything make sense. The birthmark, the car, the way he always spent so much time with us…
But what happened next was the real kicker.
Harold came out of the bathroom and said, “So, Martin, ready to play again?”
A man dressed as Santa coming out of the bathroom | Source: Midjourney
MARTIN! That was the name written on the note left with Dylan when he was found on the doorstep of an orphanage eight years ago!
I lost it. Jumped up and yelled, “WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!”
Poor Dylan froze, and Harold’s mouth dropped wide.
“Mommy?” Dylan’s voice was tiny. “Why are you yelling at Santa?”
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I had to take a step back and inhale deeply. Also, I sent Dylan upstairs for a second. Then, I turned my eyes to “Santa.”
“The birthmark. Those keys. And you called him Martin. Start talking. Now,” I demanded, running my hands through my hair.
To my shock, Harold laughed. But it wasn’t humorously. It was like releasing a huge worry. He took off his fake beard and I saw his square jaw for the first time.
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He looked handsome. Young. Around 40 years old, I’d say. Somehow, he also looked…rich. But most of all, he looked like my son.
Harold saw my face, and he nodded. “That’s correct. I’m his father,” he said breathlessly, and his shoulders slumped.
The background: Years ago, he was young and broke when Dylan was born. His mother left them, and Harold had no way to support his kid or any family to help out.
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The only solution was to give his child (the one he had named Martin) up for adoption and hope someone else could give him a good life. But he kept tabs on him… on me.
And years ago, he made up the whole Santa thing just to spend time with Dylan once a year.
He’d gotten his life together by then after starting some successful business but didn’t want to mess up Dylan’s happy life with me.
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I won’t lie, I was mad. But also… I got it? Like, he found this weird way to be there for his son without taking him from me.
After that conversation, I asked him for some time. Harold nodded, went back to being Santa, said goodbye to Dylan, and left. But I had his contact information, and we talked regularly.
A few days later, I decided my son needed to know. I sat him down. He knew he was adopted, but this was different. At first, he was skeptical. “Mom, Santa can’t be my dad,” he rolled his eyes at me.
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“No, silly,” I said and sighed. “You should know by now that Santa is a real man under that suit. The one who visits us every year is called Harold.”
And then, I went into detail with all I knew. Dylan took a while to digest the information, and a day later, he told me he wanted to talk to Harold. I knew that would be his response because my kid loved him already, even if at first he thought he was Santa.
The next weekend, I invited Harold to our house for dinner, and he came over without his costume for the first time. It was still a little strange, but we got used to it.
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After a few hours, Dylan was his usual self, chatty and excited. He wanted to show off to his biological father. By the end of the night, we agreed to set up visits every weekend.
Every weekend turned into every other night… And every other night turned into every day. To my even bigger surprise, Harold took an interest in me too.
As Santa, he had asked about me, but I always thought that was just out of politeness. Not anymore, though. It took us three months after the big revelation to confess our feelings for each other.
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A few more months later (just last week, I mean!) he proposed to me. In his Santa suit. It was more romantic than it sounds, and I just needed to share this story.
Life is weird sometimes. My kid got the dad he never thought he’d get, I found love, and it all started because I hired a Santa!
Our family of two was doing fine, even if money was never plentiful. But along with love, Harold gave us the world with the success he built after struggling for years. It was my dream come true.
Also, we’re getting married this Christmas!!
A boy lookihng up at a groom and bride | Source: Midjourney
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