Seriously, Europe, we love you and all – you are the mother continent for many of us, but what is your problem with showers? Is it Not Invented Here syndrome? Because really, you are cutting off your nose to spite your face
Alas, I do not have an answer for the Great European Shower Problem. Marido and I have encountered it in Germany, France, and Spain. I can’t remember if I have found it in Italy, Greece, or Turkey – I think I was just happy to be able to afford to stay in places with running water when I was traveling there.
But now, I am older and I don’t do the shared bathroom thing anymore or the taking my own towels and toilet (see how I did that?) paper anymore. I am done with that.
I expect a hot shower with the hot and the water both staying in the shower and not leaving for outside the shower, but we have not been able to find hotels that offer such luxury. Maybe we are not paying enough. Maybe they save the Good Showers for the people who are willing to spend some money.
Which is not frugal Marido and me. I mean, we will pay to have a roof over our head, but I guess we don’t pay enough for the Good Showers.
Anyhow, the story I actually wanted to tell was an extension of the potty parity post. Remember how I wrote that we will not have true equality until we all wait the same amount of time to pee?
I don’t care how it happens. Ideally, there would be more women’s stalls so women would not have to wait, but if by some dark magic, 67% of all the men’s facilities were wiped out and men had to wait in long lines, I am petty enough that I would rejoice.
Unfortunately, the trend seems to be going in the opposite direction.
That is, women are being forced to wait even longer so men don’t have to wait even as long as they do wait, which we all know is not long at all. Like about two seconds. Have you ever seen a line for a men’s room? I have not.
At work, there was a leak in the 2nd floor men’s room. They had to close both the first and the second floor men’s rooms.
Which – whatever. I don’t care. We have a gym in our building and the men had a bathroom they could use in the gym. Three stalls.
There are about 250 people in my office. Seventeen of us are women.
When my intern started two summers ago, on her second day, she came to my desk, looked around, leaned over, and whispered, “There are never any other women in the ladies’ room!”
“I KNOW!” I said. “It’s one of the best things about working with all men!”
Anyhow. All the men had to use the men’s locker room restroom.
The women carried on, carefree and happy, as we should be.
Until someone decided that this having to wait for the bathroom was simply too much to bear.
And decided that the solution was to close the women’s locker room to women and open it as a men’s restroom.
Which meant that the women who wanted to exercise in the gym could not.
Because there was nowhere for them to change from their work clothes into their exercise clothes.
Or to take a shower.
Or to just wash up at the sink.
Because heaven forbid that men have to wait. Because – men should never have to wait to pee. Ever.