Men’s Rights Activists take brave stance against icky, imaginary yeast-smearing girls

Anyone who’s having such a rotten time of it as to be smearing their own bodily fluids with their hands on a toilet wall deserves compassion

I remember in grad school, the custodians were having a problem with someone vomiting in the sink in the women’s bathroom.

They started leaving signs asking that people not vomit in the sinks.

Then they left bigger signs. And then more signs.

Then they taped flyers about resources on campus for eating disorders.

And that seems to have taken care of the matter. I always wondered if it was someone I knew. I hope they were able to get help.

@calmdown

The best things about those Alaska cruise ships (at least from my recollection from being dragged on one as a sullen teen) is that there’s so much going on inside, that there’s not a lot of people hanging out on the decks outside of the day at Glacier Bay. Take a nice warm jacket and you can probably find an outside place to be with yourself, if that appeals to you.

Boy, I’m sure glad that MRAs have better things to do than to actually help men and boys.
MRA 1: “Hey guys what should we talk about today? Racism? Homophobia? Transphobia? Toxic masculinity? Helping refugees and the homeless? Abuse? Addiction? Disabilities? Rape?”
MRA 2: “Nah! Let’s complain and bash women some more! We only bring up those problems when we want to silence those we hate!”

Also I used to be in maintaince at Walmart and I can tell ya from my experiences the bathrooms were pretty much the same. I can understand why a lot of the times women’s bathrooms were so gross because of bloody products and of course children are more likely to be with women than men. But one time in the men’s restroom some a-hole drew graffiti on the wall and busted a urinal, it sprayed all over the floor, made a huge puddle and it took every one in maintaince including me to clean it up.

CalmDown
I’m so sorry I wish I knew what to do and say but I want to let ya know we are here for ya and I understand. I have anxiety and depression. It’s hard for me to be happy and control my emotions. It’s not mental but physical. The nerves in the brain are not connecting. So have I been told. Sorry I’m not good at explaining. But I am happy when I draw, write, read, craft, look at cute pics of babies and animals, go outside, listen to the sound of the rain, etc. I hope it’ll get better for ya and don’t be scared to talk to us. We’ll be more than happy to listen.

@Kat and also calmdown if your reading, no problem 🙂 the nurse who took my recent medical training was from cruise ships and their job is to make it as comfortable for passengers as possible. Feeling trapped is common like also seasickness. I suggest go right away to the nurse and ask for help, and take a friend or family memeber also for support.

In my mind there’s really nothing that can beat poorly (or not-at-all) maintained wilderness toilets. From the port-a-potty at a remote boat launch that had poo stacked a good 5 inches above the seat, to the “toilet area” at an unsanctioned music festival that amounted to a raised and covered platform above flat ground with nowhere for the waste to inevitably go but horizontally, to the bug-coated pit toilet at a free campsite where the “janitorial services” consisted of a deck brush on a long stick.

That last one was probably the worst for me; it was open-air and relatively seldom used so the smell wasn’t bad, but the thought of exposing my sensitive bits to any sort of insect is wholly unacceptable. And given that the nearest real toilet would require packing up camp, hiking 90 minutes across the island, and calling a water taxi to pick me up, there wasn’t really any alternative to be considered.

As for not flushing: once in a rare while — maybe every other year — I forget to flush. I’m always dismayed when I discover my error.

Every other year, or about every 700 days.

So that means in a bathroom that gets 700 visitors like me every day, one person will, through inattention rather than malice, forget to flush.

@Eli: Physics Building?

Yes, I have to agree that in my nearly 50 years of using public toilets, including university toilets I have NEVER seen a bloody or faecal hand print EVER. There’s less graffiti now as well.

The closest I’ve ever seen to that description (if you exclude festival toilets because everyone knows how nasty they are) was at the hospital where I gave birth to my son. The government at the time thought they’d save the NHS money by employing private cleaning firms. But these cleaning firms had no experience of the hygiene standards expected and required in hospitals as they’d worked in offices. They just emptied waste paper bins and ran the hoover round. The problem in the toilets wasn’t deliberate smearing of bodily fluids, but failure to empty sanitary bins so they were overflowing. If you think about it, a lot of the festival toilets suffer from the same problem – high usage and poor maintenance.

The cleaning firms didn’t realise either that the yellow bio waste bags needed to be sealed. A sluice room door came open and the contents of two bags poured out into the hallway. It was beyond gross and left there for 6 hours until we cleaned it up ourselves. It was pretty risky as it contained blood, needles and other bodily fluids and this was 1989. But we felt we had no choice. Many of us ended up discharging ourselves early as well because the poor hygiene standards meant we all got infections. But there was no smearing of anything and you’d have to have thrush in order to have any yeast in the first place. Sorry to disappoint the MRAs, but this description of women’s toilets just sounds completely fictional.