Big and/or fluffy skirts aren't impossible in regular bathroom stalls, but I prefer the handicapped stall.

I don't know how you do this everyday, Jilli. The one time I wore Elizabethan with the 20-yards of skirt (in two skirts) and the hoops and the boned bodice that prevents normal bending in the torso, I was trapped with only normal sized stalls at the event site. I sat there nearly in tears wondering if I was going to have to take the whole damned mess off to cope properly.

There are a million untold stories in history. How people coped with normal bodily functions in crazy clothes is one of them.

How people coped with normal bodily functions in crazy clothes is one of them.

Peed right there in the street, right?

How people coped with normal bodily functions in crazy clothes is one of them.

Crotchless drawers, connie.

There are a million untold stories in history. How people coped with normal bodily functions in crazy clothes is one of them.

Monkeys carrying chamber pots would assist you.

Was there a rationale for that? I mean, a good one?

I'm sure there was some sort of rationale, a paternal respect for female frailty?

Oh, wait, you said a good one...

The law also required that women get a lunch break. Men could go hungry.

That sounds like a case for Tommy Hotcrotch!

There should totally be a lawyer with that name.

"The 't' is silent, your honor. Accent on the second syllable."

How people coped with normal bodily functions in crazy clothes is one of them.

You don't even have to go that far back. When I was in college, bodystockings were all the rage.

I don't know how you do this everyday, Jilli.

Years of practice? Years of wrangling Giant!Fluffy!Skirts at nightclubs with less-than-ideal bathrooms?

Hoops are easy. As long as you have a good grip on the fabric and one tier of boning, hoop skirts can be flipped up, twisted sideways, and generally compressed to be smaller while using the bathroom. Hoops + petticoats + corset? That takes a bit more wiggling.

No! It means their ear-attention is pointing right at you! The gaps inbetween your words? They can't escape hearing you tinkle. The stalls have ears.

I am with you, even though you're a little crazy, ita.

Also, this is why you really shouldn't go to the bathroom with friends.

I think I've mentioned the pee-fear that goes along with having an office on the same floor as the impossibly gracious and powerful corporate lawyer/wealthy socialite that runs our firm.