Hilarious bit about gender-neutral bathrooms begins at the 4:40 mark, but there are some gems in the first part, too.
h/t The Right Scoop
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In another State…
“ some students might not think of themselves as having a fixed gender”, “some individuals, men in particular, also experience threats because of their perceived sexual orientation”. These two things do not compute. Plus “men”, how dare he assign a gender to anyone, we must all do that ourselves on a minute to minute basis, because……. sometimes you feel like a guy, sometimes you don’t. The Joy of [being] Nuts.
I love the way he calls O’Reilly ‘billy’.
Gender isn’t the only thing that was once fixed but now has become nomadic.
This seems like an oddly retro lament. Women have used whatever the fuck bathroom they want for quite a long time. It doesn’t appear to be driven by attempts to make things unisex so much as by the fact that women can neither shut up nor survive a trip to the bathroom without spending five minutes in front of a mirror.
There’s really nothing more bizarre than athletic venues having twice as many women’s rooms in spite of the sausage to non-sausage ratio tilting so heavily on the former. This pisses me off because it weighs heavily on decisions about how much booze I can drink.
Abe…unclench. Let the feminists have all the public johns.
We have the ability to pee on random stuff and mark territory.
Miller’s ad ideas for Romney’s campaign weren’t bad. At all.
I think a graphic of the Newsweek cover (“First Gay President”) along with a quote from Obama’s View visit (“When your name is Barack Obama, it’s always tight.”) would make a spiffy poster.
But I’m a hater.
This idea is stupid. How are you going to ask some random girly-man if he has a tampon?
Yeah, I went there.
Gotta unmoor all fixed concepts, definitions and ideas. Only way that the Left can hope to compete in the arena of ideas.
Abe
When I was in South France I had the dubious privilege of needing to pee and using one of those bathrooms that had a hole in the floor and a couple of handholds.
Made me appreciate American stalls where I can sit and not worry about peeing down my leg onto my shoes … even when, time study-wise, getting to that position takes a hell of a lot more time then unzip and aim. Hence, “potty parity” in stadiums.
Yeah, I went there.
Best (non-Elaine/Seinfeld) sponges ever.
2 girlfriends worth of tampons under my bathroom sink cleaned up an entire oil spill in my garage.
Yeah…that happened.
RI Red. They set all that sit adrift a long time ago.
I have no problem with “potty parity” per se, Darleen. I just hate that I have to walk by two mostly empty ladies rooms just so I can get to and wait on an interminably long line every half hour or so. The math is off.
And so, like usual, the central question remains:
When you say “ratchet” and they hear “rat shit” you’re wrong because you are WRONG, so what the fuck is your problem?
Why you wrong, yo, huh?
Sabrina.
Beautiful name.
Shorthand, whitey might say “Bean.”
Uh oh.
Bigoted whites, now the minority of babies unlike many other countries where the majority has a majority of the babies in that country, whatever that majority may be, which, of course, is lesser than American, God has shed his grace on we.
WTFO?
I learned a lot about my societal value from working as a bouncer in a bar. And Bouncer is a nice way of saying I was an “Oyster shucker, doorman, and mop up guy, who had a cell phone(pre-satellite!) to discreetly call the cops if anything bad happens. But they called that a bouncer sort of traditionally. I was NOT security muscle. I was pure menial. Anyway I cleaned the restrooms because mostly nobody else would. There I learned who I was.
The women’s rest room had sixteen stalls with full doors. Privacy. Dignity. Shelter. Lot’s more soap by the sink. Twice the paper towel dispensers.
The men’s restroom was pretty much a long wall to wall drop-urinal and two shitters in the far corner with half doors. One was the wheel-chair accessible. The message was: “go line up for your chance to mass-piss in that porcelain ditch over there with the other stupid drunk pigs you subhuman penis-toad.”
Both restrooms were routinely filthy by the end of the night. Vomit was a WAY bigger problem than the carelessly scattered wee and “defiance” poo heaps. Yep. Vomit gets AROUND. Someone vomited in the window air conditioner/ventilation thing one night. I think they must have stood on something to do that.
Darleen, that is a very gracious, though frequently unwarranted, assumption. My firmly-entrenched gender thanks you.
‘Mornin.
I think just the word “aim” is gracious.
I’m gonna hit the thesaurus and cross check “general vicinity”.
And, yes, I’ll put the seat down after.
Also, palaeomerus was apparently Budd in Kill Bill, Vol. 2
Happy Friday to all.
To start the day out right, have some passive aggressive funny.
I’d kill my neighbors to have that neighbor.
LYBD
That was hysterical! If David ever wants to move to America, I’d want him as a neighbor!
Darleen, I’ve read it three times and I can’t stop laughing.
It’s gonna be a good day.
If you ever encounter a raccoon on your property, dive roll towards the door, grab the “Welcome” mat, and hold it over your head to appear taller.
The Armadillo would fucking love that guy.
I swear to God I’m about to fall out the chair laughing.
LYBD;
Checked out your link to see what all the hub bub was about.
I can’t stop laughing.
LYBD, I wish this guy would live across the street from 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
Jeff, when you catch up on sleep, you should run with that concept. But I’m not sure my ribs could take it.
That link from LYBD was funny, I don’t care who you are.
More of David Thorne’s stuff at his site here.
One of my faves is this one. Absolutely. Freakin’. Highlarious.
mc4ever59,
Good stuff. I’ve shared the wealth with friends and family.
Shit Darth, that one’s old (but great). I didn’t even realize it was the same guy (granted, I caught the link in my inbox before coffee or the sun came up). Anyway, nice catch sir.
Lamont, that guy’s neighbor now lives next door to us. I think he’s a pervert since the light of a thousand suns shined into our bedroom until it was unfortunately shattered while they were away. Previous to the unfortunate accident, there was a battle of the blazing lights.
moral: do not mess with helicopter pilots (my house) who need their sleep
I am going to find out where this David Thorne lives, and I am going to move there.
I hope he lives in Montana.
There’s a Massanutten mountain, ski resort and golfing community in the lower Shenandoah valley just east of Harrisonburg, Va.
“You’re new here, and I’d like to think that we can be friendly neighbors for years to come. In that spirit of brotherhood and cooperation, I’ll ask politely one last time that you refrain from further loud parties ending in violent confrontations in the middle of the night.
“I make no threats of reprisal at this time, though I would encourage you to ask the other folks on our block about the advisability of screwing with me.”
Simon Edhouse has echos of someone who used to come around trolling. Warren B.
By the way, is there anyone in the MSM that still uses “led” for the past tense of the verb “to lead”?
“Also, palaeomerus was apparently Budd in Kill Bill, Vol. 2”
Not at all. I just think social crowd pissing is for the birds and resent it being the preferred solution for lowly Y-chromosome types. Real facilities are for people. For males? Pffft. Go jostle for a space at the piss ditch. What have mere males done to deserve access to a real public bathroom?