I’m no stranger to the bathrooms on the first floor of Peirce Dining Hall. I previously wrote a whole post instigated by being annoyed at how short the urinals are. You might think that that’s enough content on the blog about this one specific bathroom. You might even say, “Damn, Mike, chill out with this bathroom stuff,” but I will not chill out with this bathroom stuff. Not when I’m sitting here like Dustin Hoffman in All the President’s Men ready to blow this whole “bathroom thing” wide open. The doors to the Men’s and Women’s room are different heights.
I noticed it one Sunday while doing work during extendo. I walked to these bathrooms I have dropped countless loads in and all of a sudden it was just staring at me. The door to the Women’s room is just so slightly shorter than the door to the Men’s room. Once you notice it, it throws the whole fucking feng shui of that little hallway inlet off.
This here is Exhibit A. My outstretched hand barely makes it to the top of the Men’s doorframe. But, oh, is it a different story for the Women’s doorframe:
I could run my hands across the top of this thing and feel the spiderwebs and lost civilizations turned to dust and crumble. It’s such a weird thing for me: thought had to be taken here, someone made the decision to make the Women’s bathroom shorter. And Tall Girl premiered less than a month ago. Did we learn nothing? What comes now? How can we move forward in this world with this new information?
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