How did we get here?  Never in my life did I think I would be put in the position of reading first person articles from people who look like/identify as other than their “birth certificate” sex and learning about the struggles they have – going to the BATHROOM.  Have we all gone insane? Who knew? I certainly didn’t.  Is this what we as a nation have come to?  People feel forced to plan how much fluid they can drink at a given function because they don’t want to have to face the trauma of using a bathroom and having someone give them shit about it? No pun intended? And now possibly being charged with a CRIME?

Some of the things going around the internet are funny – pictures of empty toilet paper rolls or someone peeking under a restroom stall with the caption “what women are REALLY afraid of in public restrooms.”  Which is the truth.  My personal favorite is the latch not latching properly and someone crashing in on me while I’m doing my business.  For my mother’s generation it was learning how to do the “hover” for obvious reasons.

But it’s not funny at all.  It is sad, pathetic, that with all the shit (sorry, the word just keeps coming up like a backed up toilet at a party) going on in the world and the universe THIS is what people feel they need to legislate?  Who goes to the bathroom where?

I ask you women – have you never said “fuck it” to the long lines and marched right into the men’s bathroom? Of course we try to make sure no one is in there but certainly if it’s just one room with a “guy” icon on it – I’m goin’ in. I’m sure maybe some of you haven’t, and I’m ok with that, but when it gets right down to it I had to go and didn’t really care where I went as long as it wasn’t in my pants.  I never even look at anybody in the women’s restroom.  I am too busy checking my vain self out in the mirror.

This time  I honestly think I’m losing my mind.  Maybe I’ve been living in California too long (no such thing, by the way) that I am so out of touch with some of the people in the rest of the country that I can’t wrap my head around this.  At all.  It’s like I’ve landed on some alternate reality planet on which the location of someone peeing and pooping is suddenly an issue and I don’t understand why or how or when or what or anything.

Who thinks this way?  Who thinks this way WITH them?  You go to the bathroom.  You leave.  What’s the problem? If there was ever an argument for greater services for the mentally ill, I think this must be it and if this nonsense continues I’m afraid I’m going to be the first in line for an inpatient bed.

I can’t even think of a way to end this rant.  Maybe I’ll just go to the bathroom and read for awhile.