Gender Neutrality Gross Out
This is a Grammie Rant! Pure and Simple.
Gender Neutrality is a crock if it means that ladies have to use the same potties as men!
So I’ve recently visited a number of restaurants and gas stations whose misguided attempts at equality are disgusting!!!
I often need to use the Ladies’ Room.
The problem is compounded by my penchant for palazzo pants.
Let me state this firmly!!! Palazzo panted ladies do not appreciate going into a bathroom where some ‘gentleman’ has tinkled all over the floor!
I have resigned myself to the ‘woke’ idiocy and developed a coping technique to save myself grief and aggravation. First, I carefully examine the path I must follow to the needed destination, then I choose the path with the fewest puddles. To protect my britches, I hold the flowing pant legs with one hand while I take a huge wad of potty paper to wipe the sopping wet seat. Still holding the hems, I sit and take care of business — GRIPING and FUSSING all the while!
Still holding the britches, I wash hands one at a time and tiptoe in reverse to traverse the spotted floor.
I now present Part Two of the Rant with questions I don’t believe the most brilliant scientists in the universe can answer.
- Whose idea was it to instigate His and Hers public toilets?
- Why can’t guys who can drop a basketball into a tiny hoop at a jillion feet away fail to deposit their excess fluids into an eight inch diameter opening that is closer than 2 or so feet?
- Whose idea was it originally that men should not wipe a dribble?
- Why weren’t men taught proper toileting skills?
- Don’t men have strength enough to lift the toilet seat before they start to tinkle?
As crazy as this world is, I have no hope for this issue to be resolved. Sigh.
When I know I’m going to be out and about, I need to hold off on my three 20 ounce glasses of iced tea before lunch. Next I’ll start only wearing palazzo pants at home where I have rubber gloves, a mop, and bleach to clean up after those whose aim is less than perfect. And as I can’t change anything, I should stop ranting.
Nah!
So, the pinnacle of indignation is a porta-potty!
We just attended a Bluegrass Festival and Mercy!!!
The attendees are an odd mixture of rednecks, white hairs, kids, hippies, and weirdos.
By the time a good number have hit the moonshine happy party juice and vaped their favorite flavor of pot, those necessary edifices will be decorated by many with altered aim.
With the men’s urinal within inches of my face while I take care of business, sprinkles all over the bench and toilet seat, and the general characteristics of a porta potty, I am totally grossed out!
Anyway. That’s the rant of the day.
Blessings
KB
I hope God has a sense of humor as I use this verse to justify my rant.
1 Corinthians 9:26 “Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air. In your Christian walk, don’t run aimlessly. Take aim at specific, worthwhile targets!”
