A friend of mine spent a ton of money doing up an old B&B and put in beautiful new bathrooms but made one mistake he put in a clear glass window in all the doors of the bathrooms. I love my DH but I don't want to see him on the loo! Other people weren't keen either so he changed the glass to privacy glass..
This reminds me of my favorite scene on the TV show Coupling
. Steve comes home and finds that his girlfriend has remodeled their bathroom, including removing the lock
from the bathroom door!
He offers this in response...
We are men! Throughout history, we have always needed, in times of difficulty, to retreat to our caves. It so happens that in this modern age, our caves are fully plumbed. The toilet is, for us, the last bastion, the final refuge, the last few square feet of man-space left to us!
Somewhere to sit, something to read, something to do, and who gives a damn about the smell? Because that, for us, is happiness. Because we are men.
We are different.
We have only one word for soap.
We do not own candles.
We have never seen anything of any value in a craft shop.
We do not own magazines full of pictures of celebrities with all their clothes on
When we have conversations, we actually take it in turns to talk!
But we have not yet reached that level of earth-shattering boredom and inhuman despair that we would have a haircut recreationally
We don't know how to get excited about... really, really
boring things, like ornaments, bath oil, the countryside, vases, small churches.
I mean, we do not even know what, what
in the name of God's arse
is the purpose of potpourri! Looks like breakfast, smells like your auntie! Why do we need that?
So please, in this strange and frightening world, allow us one last place to call our own. This toilet, this blessed pot, this... fortress of solitude. You girls, you may go to the bathroom in groups of two or more. Yet we do not pass comment. We do not make judgement. That is your choice. But we men will always walk the toilet mile... alone.