This is not my usual foray into fascinating history blog. This is a pet peeve.
One thing is for sure: Women’s restrooms were designed by men.
And probably not by normal-sized adult men, for that matter. I’m certain that there are engineering planning committees made up of little people. If public restrooms are designed by full-sized adults, then they are warped individuals who take glee in maniacally placing stools and doors and tissue dispensers so that women who are neither exceptionally flexible or three feet tall cannot possibly use the facility without being contortionists.
Recently I attended a planning meeting at a nearby restaurant. My friend, Chris and I used the restroom after lunch, commenting as soon as we opened the stall doors that this was going to be interesting. I’m not a tiny person, but I’m not that big either. I can’t help but wonder how on earth a plus size person maneuvers one of those stalls without wetting her pants. Seriously.
I managed to hang my purse on the back of the door by standing beside the stool, and then in a movement not unlike something you might see Jim Carey perform, I somehow managed to lower, lean and sidle to get the task done.
Meanwhile, Chris, who IS a small-ish person, is lamenting from the stall beside me that she has her head cocked sideways so she can sit down without knocking herself out on the door.
By this time I’m looking for one of those alarm buttons like you see in hospital bathrooms. Push it and someone comes in with a jar of petroleum jelly to get you back out of the stall. Or should I be checking for–at the least–a hidden camera, because surely this is Candid Camera? I quickly check to make sure I have on a good pair of underwear.
At least this particular restroom wasn’t one of those where the toilet tissue holders were installed on the wall just a little behind you and at about mid-calf, so that when you need to roll off some tissue, you have to stand on your head. And then after that workout, you only get two one-ply squares because the paper-miser feature prevents the roll from actually rolling. Back to the head-stand.
I mean seriously, people, could the architects please figure in a few more feet in their designs? Realistically, Americans are getting larger every year.
What’s your pet peeve?