Every so often – okay, let’s be real here… probably almost every month, and sometimes multiple times a month – I envy men for their lack of menstruation. But then, out of nowhere, I remember that not only do they have an embarrassing display when they are, shall we say, stimulated in public, but they have penises. I totally take periods over penises. For females, we only have to hang around with our periods for about a week every month. But guys, their penises hang around – and quite literally – all the time. That just sucks, in my opinion. I mean, I occasionally also think that breasts are a hassle with running and other bouncy sports. But that is nothing compared to having to deal with something getting in the way of my stride and any other leg movement at all times. Ugh… poor guys.
Tonight in the wine garden at the rodeo, we had a unique scene occur. I was standing in line for the toilets – a very long line that doubled in size just in the time I waited in it. I found myself wondering how the men’s toilets were. They were part of the same trailers as the women’s toilets. There was even a door on the inside that connected the men’s to the women’s toilets within a trailer. Well, two guys come waltzing out of the men’s toilets in the trailer next to ours, and declare ‘Hey, we’re unisex here; you can use these, ladies.’ A small, but somewhat mad dash ensues by ladies that had been a ways back in our line.
“They say that…” I begin, but end there, for my conflicting thoughts couldn’t agree upon an end to the sentence. It boiled down to the question of who would be liable for the issue of inappropriate bathroom use by the opposite gender – because I know that it is actually a thing – and the matter of 1) if anyone actually cared, and, if so, 2) who would be the one/s to correct/stop the behavior (aka enforce the gender rule of the toilets).
Sure enough, within moments after my statement, a grounds service person heads calmly up to the men’s bathroom and the line of ladies standing at it, and tells the ladies that they can’t use the men’s bathroom. By the time I was going into the trailer, – by the way, these are fancy trailers with flushing toilets and hand washing and even paper towels – the man had almost persuaded the likely drunk final three ladies from the men’s toilets. Though, I’m not sure he managed to get them out before they used the toilets. We could see straight into the men’s bathroom while the door was being held open, and it cracked me up, because there were two women standing in the walkway-type area of the trailer, next to the stalls, the worked outside the trailer, failing to convince them that it wasn’t okay for them to be in there, and a man’s head and cowboy hat 100% clear above one of the stall doors, while he clearly was using the toilet within the stall, but still chatting with the people outside of his stall, who were standing in the bathroom (i.e. the ladies), plus the man outside the trailer.
The whole thing just cracked me up.
Also, there were only two or three stalls (I think two) in the men’s section, whereas the women’s section had five stalls. I appreciated that fact.