{"id":1033,"date":"2010-11-16T09:00:32","date_gmt":"2010-11-16T09:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.badreputation.org.uk\/?p=1033"},"modified":"2010-11-16T09:00:32","modified_gmt":"2010-11-16T09:00:32","slug":"ladies-room","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/badreputation.org.uk\/2010\/11\/16\/ladies-room\/","title":{"rendered":"Ladies’ Room"},"content":{"rendered":"
I’ve finally found it. The one thing that will make an actual, concrete (and porcelain) difference to the lives of women everywhere – or at least everywhere with indoor plumbing. Women in many other countries have more pressing problems, but meanwhile in the First World there is pressure on our bladders.<\/p>\n
Toilet door sign captured in Glasgow by lastyearsgirl on Flickr<\/p><\/div>\n
The queue for the ladies toilets has become an institutional joke. But
it’s really not funny. At gigs, clubs, pubs and anywhere where you might
prefer to enjoy yourself rather than stand in line there are
never, ever enough toilets for women<\/em>. So this means a lot of hanging
around and generally wasted time; possibly even some pain and irritation if
you are unfortunate enough to have one of the very
common urinary infections<\/a> that many women are prone to suffer
from.<\/p>\n
Is it discrimination, though? Well, yes.<\/p>\n
A good start on the road to urinary equality is a cunning little device rather like this<\/a> which is going
in my bag for my next camping trip, but I doubt I can use it as an access
all areas pass for the queue-free mens’ toilets at my local. Because
I
still look like a woman<\/em>, and this will cause arguments, no matter
how much I brandish my Amazing Whizzing Contraption. There will be a row
and when I’m out for a nice pint I do not want to get engaged in
that kind of pissing contest. Or any other, come to think of it.<\/p>\n
In my experience, if you have to keep the lavatory door shut by
extending your left leg, it’s modern architecture.<\/p>\n
Nancy Banks Smith<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Toilets are more than just the butt (I’m sorry about the puns,
I really can’t help it) of jokes. Thinking about it, I’m
beginning to question why we have to be segregated from our fellow
man – literally – at all? This division down binary
gender lines for the bathroom has long perplexed me, and for those
who are genderqueer or trans this division is a genuine and very
personal problem. After all, I don’t need to select
“gay” or “straight” before I pee, and
we’re thankfully long past facilities segregated by skin
colour; however, I do need to pick male or female – or rather,
I need to pass the commonly accepted social signifiers for being
recognisably one or the other.<\/p>\n From a
toilet door in Thailand, source BBC<\/p><\/div>\n
Many places do have shared facilities, and not just in
other countries<\/a> or those funky overpriced bars in trendy
Hoxton. Little shops, small cafes, trains, most people’s
houses, in fact, anywhere with room for only one toilet are able to
shed the requirement for boy\/girl signage and accept that deep
down, under all our differences, we all need to go “pay a
visit”. It might be the great equaliser we have been looking
for, and it was under our noses all the time. Admittedly a little
far down under our noses, but you get my point.<\/p>\n
Some people might consider this as only a wee issue (there I go
again), amongst many others far worthier of my attention. But it is
one that causes me annoyance at least once a week. So, architects,
when you are designing your next building, add more toilets. Please.
And don’t bother about the signs. Just put a lock on the door
and we’ll figure it out.<\/p>\n
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