Is it wrong to hide in the bathroom if you are stuck at a party you really didn’t want to attend? Asking for a friend.
I feel as if I write about bathrooms a lot.
I guess I do.
But – they are a big deal. The ability to find a toilet when I am not at my house? It matters. If there isn’t a public restroom for me to use, I drink less water. When I drink less water, I get dehydrated, which can cause either a migraine or an irritated bladder or both. Yay.
Or there is a restroom but the line snakes out of the room and into the hall and I spend the entire intermission waiting. (Looking at you, Tom Jones concert when there was a guard by the ladies who would not let anyone use the separate handicapped restroom even though nobody else was using it at the time.)
And I am concerned only for myself. Add children or another person I might have to care for and it would be even worse.
So yes – potty parity is a big deal and I care about it because without it, I am literally in pain. And because other women are also in pain and are greatly inconvenienced.
So that’s the main reason I want more women’s rooms.
Not more restrooms.
More women’s rooms.
Because there is a social component to this as well. I don’t think men have the same sort of experience in the men’s room. At least, based on Mr T’s reactions to my stories, Mr T does not and does not know of others striking up conversations with strangers in the restroom.
But it’s pretty common for women, I think. We bond over our shared experience of waiting. And of our mutual frustration at the state of the restroom world. And you know – just being women in a space that is women only. There are not many spaces like that in the world.
I don’t want to share my bathroom space with men.
So today, I don’t feel like complaining about potty parity. I am just going to tell you a quick story about an encounter that baffled Mr T but made perfect sense to me.
Mr T and I went to an art gallery for a guided tour with a curator. The tour was about to start but I thought it would be wise to run to the ladies first as one does.
When I came out, I reported to Mr T, who was concerned I was late and that the tour would start without me.
But I knew better.
Me: I knew there was no toilet paper in the stall next to me, so I handed some to the woman who had gone in there.
Mr T: Without even waiting for her to ask?
Me: I knew she was going to need it. I had tried that stall first but there was no paper so I changed.
Mr T: Men don’t work like that.
Me: She said, “Thanks! I’m about to give a tour and I thought I better pee first.” I told her, “I’m about to go on your tour so at least now I know I won’t be late!” She said, “I’ll wait for you! You’re my guardian angel!”
Mr T: Men really don’t work like that.
Me: We often admire each other’s shoes, too.