Although many women will cop to envying the ability to pee standing up thing, it's surely not because of the urinals. The urinals are a drawback. No privacy, man. It is the potential ability to be circumspect, like say in the woods, or whatever, and not have to lower one's clothing quite so far, thereby exposing ourselves, that we envy.
Let me clarify. Every time I'm at a movie theater, restaurant or rest area on the highway, and my wife and I both go to the restroom (for urinary purposes) at the same time, I inevitably complete my business 2 to 10 minutes faster than she, no matter how many folks are waiting in line. Why? Because of the urinals and the ability to pee standing up. Remember, we (guys) still have the stall option for those who have shy bladders or who prefer private pee-age. But the ability to run in, unzip, empty, rezip, wash, soap, dry and run? I wouldn't trade that for anything.
I think women's rooms get couches because men do not know the tragedy of pantyhose and spike heels. We take all the concessions we can get.
But the ability to run in, unzip, empty, rezip, wash, soap, dry and run?
Plus, as I think I've mentioned before, the ability to write your name in the snow and put out small fires.
I wouldn't trade that for anything.
Any minute now Tep's going to step in and tell the multiple orgasm joke.
I inevitably complete my business 2 to 10 minutes faster than she, no matter how many folks are waiting in line
TEN MINUTES??? I think your wife is in there surfing the internet, or something.
But the ability to run in, unzip, empty, rezip, wash, soap, dry and run? I wouldn't trade that for anything.
I dunno about _anything_. It's kinda convenient, but I hate public toilets anyway. I tend to use them at the movie theatre only because I have just consumed about 30 litres of iced tea (or at least, their "bladderbuster" size seems that big), and no amount of willpower in the 'verse can get you to friendly porcelain with that much pressure going on.
I wouldn't trade that for anything.
Any minute now Tep's going to step in and tell the multiple orgasm joke.
"Ten bucks, Father, same as downtown."
Wait. Wrong joke.
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.
And shrift is rather more me-ish.
There are a million untold stories in history. How people coped with normal bodily functions in crazy clothes is one of them.
I read a Semi-Hist Romance where the modern (time-travelin') woman was shocked at the number of layers required to dress in the Elizabethan period she traveled to, but loved the naughtiness of the fact that they wore no panties. So, I guess once you had your layers of skirts, petticoats, etc., up and out of the way, you didn't have to worry about wrestling with anything else.
I occasionally envy the male ability to pee standing up, especially when I'm in the woods or whatever. But urinals seem like a nightmare to me.
