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.

Seriously. There's a reason that certain regions are called "privates."

I think the couches are/were for "female problems" originally.

Many of the TESC restrooms had cramp lounges. It was great for taking a quick between-lectures catnap.

Were toilets in common use then?

IIRC, Chamber pots in the book I read.

Actually some urinals have walls between them. Takes up barely any room too. It should be a law.

I'd rather have another stall or two than the sofa.

Chamber pots in the book I read.

You barely even need to move your skirts for those.

My paternal grandmother didn't have indoor plumbing. Well, she did in the kitchen/showers, but they weren't attached to the house. So midnight pee meant going across the way (towards the graves) to the outhouse in the dark (she only had electricity in her kitchen too), or using the chamberpot under the bed.

TRAUMA. I was such a little prima donna.

IIRC, Chamber pots in the book I read.

If I had to choose, I'd pick toilets over jeans any day.

Internet? I thought you just had couches in there. Throw in some coffee and you gals would never, ever have to leave.

I love the old Dilbert cartoon that had Dilbert and Wally overhearing some passing coworkers talking as they were heading for the ladies bathroom, discussing what movie they were going to watch on the big-screen TV there.

I have never figured out what some women do in the bathroom. I have stood waiting outside a stall for 10 minutes. Are they changing their identities?

My great great grandmother refused to ever wear anythign other than long skirts without undies (or so the story goes, I imagine she wore a blouse of some sort as well), because she so cherished the ability to squat in a field.

We're a refined and dignified people.