As bloggers, students of life, in late night conversations, over dinner, the myriad of subjects have been discussed. We've talked about every stage of human development, every kind of love, every political position, and even sex. Well, I just came across this article in the New Yorker which tackles a subject that has only been a punchline. The culture of the public restroom.
An entire course on the subject? I have no desire to sign up, but thought it was worth at least a blog.
As much as women have bemoaned the lines in a women's restroom (and more than one of us has ventured to the men's in desperation), I'm not sure we're really ready for the thought of public restrooms going unisex outside of "Ally McBeal."
Is it sexist? Most likely. But for the first time ever, I'm wondering if that's such a bad thing.
It's one thing to have a private unisex bathroom that only one person can use at a time, but actually going into a stall while some random guy's at the urinal? I'm not so sure about that. I'm not one of those women that must be with friends when I venture into the ladies' room, but I might become one if I knew there was that possibility!
Can you picture it? This ultra modern public restroom with the changing table, the comfy chair for the breastfeeding mom, the family stall, the urinals, the private stalls, and the inevitable line with the men cutting in front of the women for the urinal, the total macho jerk making comments about how these women can't wait to see "his," the metros and the teenage girls fighting over the mirror...
Is it just me? Or is this taking equality a bit too far?