IF and when open bathroom season comes to my state, I will be plotting to spend some time in random ladies’ rooms. Stand at the mirror, apply lipstick to my outwardly (and inwardly) male persona, for hours in a non-threatening but yet disturbing way, with purpose of freaking out those who enter.
Some legal insurrection will motivate some vocal moms to get busy with their legislators and get the madness fixed.
Rosa Parks in the front of the bus ain’t nothing compared to a rash of freaky 50-something males in the ladies rooms.
Rosa Parks in the front of the bus ain’t nothing compared to a rash of freaky 50-something males in the ladies rooms.
Very good point!