so mostly what I mean is I mind it when my mother comes into the bathroom to talk to me while I'm peeing at her house.

Is there no lock on the door?

I always love freaking out new male co-workers by telling them about the couch in the ladies room. They don't have one theirs. Between that, and the fancy lounges in department store ladies rooms, I think that women have it pretty good, bathroom-wise.

Even worse was when I was the first in my 5th-grade class to get her period, and had to deal with pads, etc., in full view of anyone else in that bathroom.

Oh, Kathy. I hear you. My 5th-grade classroom didn't have a bathroom. I had to stand in front of the entire class and request a pass to go to the main building. Imagine how that went over with a bunch of cruel ten-year-olds.

(The memories of having my teacher notice that I bled through my light-colored pants, the female classmate who liked to drive-by pinch my boobs, being mistaken for a teacher in 4th-grade, though, those are everlasting. Yay.)

I wasn't ever mistaken for a teacher, for I am short, but... dear god, Kathy, you're freaking me out here with the I-am-you and you-is-me stuff.

I would prefer to never have to use a bathroom that wasn't mine, really.

There you go. I have family members that go to insane (and accident-risking) extremes to avoid using public bathrooms. I'm not that bad, but yeah, the pretense of not being around people I wouldn't let use my bathroom is very important to me.

In other news, part of my shiner is lighter than my current facial skin tone. It's very distracting when I catch a glimpse of my reflection (say, in the washroom), but now I understand the "that golden nugget under your eye" comment that was tossed at me yesterday.

My elementary school had a big, round, communal concrete sink in the boy's room. There was a bar around the base you stepped on, and metal mushroom shaped thing in the middle that spritzed water like a lawn sprinkler.

Anybody know what I'm talking about? In retrospect, it was verra strange.

Is that all that is, a sink? I'd never seen one, until last year, when Julia had her dance recital. I took her to the ladies room to change between numbers. The recital was held at Saugus High School. I just gazed at it in wonder.

...I think that women have it pretty good, bathroom-wise.

Urinals and the ability to pee standing up. That is all.

Is there no lock on the door?

Huh. You know what? I have no idea. I've actually mostly gotten her to stop doing it, so it's not a huge deal.

ION: Elmo Doesn't Speak Up on His Cellphone, Mom's Suit Alleges

Has Tickle Me Elmo been replaced by Bait-and-Switch Elmo?

Where most toys for preschoolers are designed to make a racket, Elmo's World Talking Cell Phone doesn't make enough noise, a Pasadena mom contends in a lawsuit.

She's accusing Mattel Inc. and subsidiary Fisher-Price, which sells toys based on Sesame Street characters, of rigging the phone so it is audible only when shoppers try it in the store.

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Elmo is easily heard when the phone is in the box, according to the complaint filed on behalf of Elisabeth Marchetti, who bought the toy for her 18-month-old daughter, Ava, in February.

But when the toy is out of the box, the suit contends, Elmo speaks barely above a whisper, making children and parents as unhappy as Oscar the Grouch. Opening the box removes a plastic strip from the phone, resetting the volume.

Urinals and the ability to pee standing up. That is all.

Sorry, is that a pro or a con? I'm so okay with not having that common genitalia space, you don't even understand. How can I pretend I'm alone with a stranger's labia right there????

Also, I can pee standing up.

Huh.

I have no problem with talking in the bathroom, to people I came in with. To me, it helps increase the privacy, so I can pretend that the other people can't hear any other noises I might be making as well