Thursday, October 18, 2007

|Of Urinal Cakes and Secret Rooms|

I stopped by the bathroom on my way to my journal for office hours and, as I was peeing and becoming upset with the splash-back from the urinal cake, it occurred to me that women don't have to deal with splash-back. Then I thought, "Do women even ever see urinal cakes?"

So I asked the first woman I saw, K1, on my journal. Yes, she's seen urinal cakes. Unisex and co-ed bathrooms, of course! Though she admitted it was years before she knew what she was seeing was.

She then asked me if I'd seen tampon disposal boxes before. I, of course, had. And then as we explored more the difference between our two worlds, she revealed to me something amazing: in the women's restroom on the second floor of the main law school building is a secret room. Well, secret to those who don't use (or clean) women's restrooms: a nursing room.

How could this be? The women's and men's rooms are on opposite sides of the building, but the floors are, for the most part, symmetrical. I asked K1 how big the space was, but she couldn't say. K1 has never actually been in the room, not having recently had a baby and all. Yes, I was surprised as you surely must be that sheer curiousity would not have driven her into the minimally plush space (sofas and lamps and a table, oh my!) (not to wax sexist, but I think this is a general divide between the XX's and the XY's -- I think most guys would have wanted to experience life in the innerinnersanctum). We also came to the conclusion that there are probably the same number of stalls in each room. So, again, where's the space? Then enter K2, looking for a book. She has also never been in the room. As she put it, "It's all the way at the end, and I never need to go down that far."

Eureka! At the far end of our bathroom are the urinals (and I also never go down that far 'cause when you gotta go you gotta go -- why walk several extra feet to a urinal when there is a toilet right here at the front). So, in place of the urinals, they have a baby boobie buffet.

And had I not had this conversation with K1, I would have gone on with law school, graduated, worked at a law firm, made oodles, died intestate 'cause I can't get married and won't have kids and so what do I care what happens to my shizzle and bizzle, never having known of the secret room for ladies in the room for ladies.

I think it's safe to say that the course of events of my life has been altered completely.


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