We’re not being gross here, people, but I do want to discuss the different ways men and women and the bathroom. I'm speaking mainly of bathrooms at a restaurant.
The Look of Things
A men’s bathroom is just – a bathroom, with urinals. Sometimes paint on the walls, newspapers on the walls from time to time, with “sayings” here and there, but just a bathroom.
Women’s bathrooms are a showplace of wonder. Many have nice paint, flowers, framed art, couches, potpourri, full length mirrors – almost a house without a kitchen or a bed, or so my secret female sources report.
Going There
When a guy goes to the bathroom, they just get up and go. That’s it.
When a woman goes to the bathroom, it becomes an event, like;
Choosing other Survivors for a Reward Challenge,
Picking a team for a kickball game,
Choosing riders for a Space Shuttle trip.
Once “the group” is gathered, then ladies disappear to a room that men don’t really want to go, much less stay there with a group for 30 minutes.
I still don’t understand the female group bathroom ritual. Do the play wave sounds (to mask out the other sounds) and open up the “super” potpourri to make the experience better? We may never know, unless a lady wishes to explain… Hmm?
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9 comments:
Sorry but I dare not spill our secrets...it's the women's code of honor! LOL!
This is SO TRUE! I'm shocked that you didn't even mention the toilet seat up or down issue, but then again, I suppose that's more a home discussion than restaurant protocol.
Love your blog and thanks for the follow!
just for the record... i don't do that group to the bathroom thing. its weird.
i don't need applause after i tinkle. thanks, i'm fine.
haha! We just like to go in there and gossip away from the guys!
Sooo true and funny!! Thank you for visiting and folloing my blog:) I now follow you.
Have a great day.
Anat
Thanks for the feedback everyone. I'm blown away by the response. Thanks again. Much more fun stuff to come. :)
I don't do the group bathroom thing either.
I like your blog!
my husband brought my two girls in a men's public restroom today with only socks on. i nearly vomitted.
Ok...what we really do is say what we can't say in front of our husbands. Hehehe!!
Ok, not all the time.
I know my friends travel with me because I have a tendency to get sidetracked on my way there or back, and then I disappear for about thirty minutes. They have to reign me in somehow.
When discussing the bathrooms, so many of my guy friends admit to not using the urinal directly next to a guy, there has to be at least one in between.
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