The times I’ve wondered what men do have been the occasions when I’ve used the men’s room for whatever reason. I wonder what they do to make that godawful smell.
Many years ago, I was at an indoor concert. There was an intermission, as I passed the women’s restroom, I noticed a very long line. The men’s had no line.
I wonder if today’s architects realize that women’s restrooms need to have more square feet than the men’s. Seems obvious to me.
They do, sometimes. I noticed that our new minor league baseball stadium has more ladies’ rooms than men’s rooms - the large bathroom buildings near the berm seating has one just all ladies’ and one men’s and ladies’. (I mean, separate rooms, but one of the buildings has no men’s room.)
Nicest bathrooms I’ve ever been in in a sports facility, too.
I don’t remember ever hearing any criticism while in the restroom. I’ve been annoyed by women that seem to just be standing around in the stalls, but it’s not like you can see inside to know why someone is taking longer than expected, so why say anything?
Mostly I just hear the same general commentary everyone else does, that women’s rooms usually have longer lines so the assumption is women take longer. I’d bet sitting in a stall takes about the same amount of time for men or women, with a mixed bag of some people taking forever and others being super quick.
I’ve never heard anyone ever express their annoyance, while in one of those long lines. But personally I have often felt anger rising while my bladder is about to burst, or my bowels are playing with a turd like it’s a yo yo. This usually occurs when a mother is in a stall with 3 young children and everyone overhears the conversation “Come on Mary, now pull your pants down, Amy and Melissa still need their turn. NO!!! don’t sit down yet… first lay tissue all over the seat… I don’t hear you doing anything Mary, try to pee, it’s a long drive home.” And we can always count on someone else to be occupying a toilet… a woman wearing a pair of trash picked sneakers, who must be asleep on the toilet, and who I suspect permanently resides in the stall.
Well, the three young children do have to use the bathroom, you know. You once also had to learn how to use a toilet.
Of course they do. And yes, I once had to learn to use the toilet too, as you needed to point out. I simply related what I commonly encounter when in a long line at a ladies room.
I was in a women’s restroom at the Summit before Pottygate. Where I saw the kind of teamwork that blew my mind. Every woman line had their pants unbuttoned and were ready to dodge in to pee. Women with tissues and napkins were sharing them. Some small framed women were just peeing in sinks. One sink was left to wash hands.
And I’m not trying to ignite something. But she got arrested b/c she peed in a men’s room.
not true. There are several reasons for the longer lines at women’s bathrooms, one being urinals. Your standard men’s room has urinals and stalls, therefore twice as many places to pee as your standard woman’s bathroom, which only has stalls.
Women also take slightly longer to pee in a stall than men do, because all men have to do is unzip and go, while women have to pull it down, sit, go, pull it back up, which takes a few seconds longer times each person and it adds up to a measurable difference.
Cool, I said “sitting in a stall” would take about the same amount of time.
I’ve never felt pressure nor given it. It takes as long as it takes. Sometimes I’m wearing a long tunic with bell sleeves. Have to tuck the tunic under my chin and tuck the sleeves up so they don’t fall into the toilet when I pull my drawers down and/or wipe. Then undo a belt and pants, then go, then sometimes change a pad and tampon, wipe and clean up if that got messy, then reverse the clothing. It can take several minutes for sure.
Huh? What is Pottygate? Summit? Who got arrested?
Only once have I ever encountered criticism/peer pressure, and man, was it justified. It was at a state park on the Oregon coast, a large, but still one-stall restroom. I think there might have been a shower in there, but only one toilet. The only one for miles.
There was a long, LONG line. What some people were doing in there was changing out of their swimsuits, washing out sand, who knows. The line wasn’t moving at all. Finally the people at the front of the line pounded on the door and said there was a state of emergency out there…and eventually four teenage girls came out. I have no idea what they were doing. They had to walk past the glares of 20 or so women in various stages of discomfort, and one mother whose young kid had wet his pants.
There were a couple of other groups of teenaged girls in line, but after that, the line moved. Not fast, but it did move. Anybody who might have been tempted to take a shower, didn’t.