Comments on: Today’s Thoughts on Complicated Urinal Positioning

By: emma wei]

emma wei] — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 21:34:11 +0000

this is sooooooooo true about the urinal avoider and the urinal sandwich

By: Anne

Anne — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

A fascinating and informative study. The women of the world who’ve always wondered, thank you. Good show!

By: Kathleen

Kathleen — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

Good grief, don’t I understand—from a woman’s standpoint that is. Unfortunately, some women need an education course on the ladies’ restroom:
The restroom that I frequent at work has five stalls. What I don’t get—are the women on the same floor as myself. I don’t know who they are because all the offices share the main restroom on the floor.
SO, most of the time there is no one in the restroom when I enter, but usually a woman will walk in just after me, and most undoubtedly she will go the stall RIGHT NEXT TO ME! Hello! Let’s say I’m in Stall Number 1, she can choose Stall Numbers 3, 4, & 5 for a nice buffer zone, the further the better I say, but no, she chooses Stall Number 2.

Then one day, I was in Stall Number 3—all by myself, and wouldn’t you know TWO women walk in and go to Stalls 2 & 4. This is still mind boggling to me, so much that I made a point to ask other women what their thoughts were about my encounters—every woman I spoke with has presumed that I share a restroom with women with no “buffer zone knowledge.”

But on a lighter note, there is a nifty restaurant that has cleverly labeled their restroom signs to make it confusing as to which door to go in for the gender you are—I actually choose the wrong door, but my friend pointed me to the right one just before I entered, so I didn’t end up in the boys’ restroom.

On my visit to this restroom, I learned more about men and their restroom tendencies. Because….as I was finishing up business, a GUY entered, having chose the wrong door. I embraced the awkward situation b/c I knew he didn’t know. It took some mighty lip biting not burst out laughing as I came out of the stall to discover a trend about menthey don’t close the stall door when they are going “number one.” With a big smile on my face I washed my hands, and when he saw me, his face turned red. “Is this the girls’ restroom?” “Yes, it is.”

By: Kristi

Kristi — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

Bravo, Paul! That was a wonderful look into the warped psyche of your average man- I think I’m beginning to have a glimmer of an understanding into why you guys do the things you do! Thank god us women only have to deal with minor issues such as “stall talkers” and waiting till the bathroom is empty or for a flush to let out our more noisy “number twos” (as you like to call them).

However, I still have never heard an acceptable explanation to the phenomenon of the “I’m-not-gay” seat that guys need to have between them when they go to the movies. Seriously, why do guys think other people are going to think they’re gay if they sit next to each other? They look ridiculous, and we all know why they’re doing it- because they’re not comfortable with their own sexuality. If you can explain this, I’d be most appreciative.

By: Pauly D

Pauly D — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

The “I’m Not Gay” seat in the movies is something I have never understood. I have had friends who sit one seat away and I tell them that they’d better not do that or else I’m moving to another row. It screams insecurity to everyone around you.

Unless I go to the movies with Fabio. I always ask him to sit one seat away.

By: liz

liz — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

some women do obey the buffer stall. what I don’t get is people who talk on their cell phones while they’re doing their business in public restrooms. yuk!

By: chase

chase — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

all true. don’t forget the mass urinal “troughs” found at sporting events bathrooms. you want to talk about something that freaks a guy out?

By: enigma

enigma — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

i like one seat away in movies unless its a packed theatre or a date. i like to place my coat, handbag, etc in the seat. if the arm rest can be raised my feet may wind up in the seat too. i like being comfy.

i hate public restrooms. i try to avoid them all costs. i don’t understand why they don’t have little partitions between urinals. hmm maybe i should get n2 public restroom design. just be lucky its not a trough instead of urinals. in madrid the guys went to go to the restroom in a bullring and it was a trough w/water constantly flowing. they said the native men, being use to it, had no respect for personal space. imaginge standing there hip to hip w/guys pee’n like a urinating circle jerk. now that’s just not right.

i tried to sneak in and get a picture but the security caught me. i pretended i didn’t understand and that i was looking for the ladies’ room. ah me and spanish security & police. i wouldn’t be surprised if my photo was up someplace.

By: Lengfoo

Lengfoo — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

Y’know, it’s important to pay attention to point 1 — especially to the “concentrat[ing] and not focus[ing] on any other people or sounds …” bit. To the sounds, in particular. And more specifically, my own sounds. At one point, six or seven years ago, I started to pay attention to the amount of drip, drip, dripping, splish-splashing noises that men made. I shouldn’t have done this. Upon consideration, I’ve determined that you could determine if the guy, several urinals down, was *ahem* longer or shorter than you. If they made more noise, than they were longer …

I’m silent. Quiet. Not a peep …