Privacy Down the Toilet

Co-ed bathrooms — let me go on record as hating them.

I hate them at Starbucks, where I will do anything to avoid a trip to the toilet-paper-littered, seat-up (always!), unisex — and thus virtuously PC — hellhole with the unspeakable liquids sprinkled on the floor and the gray slick rimming the drain of the sink. I hate them on airplanes, except that in the air I’m stuck having to use them or have my bladder burst. And you can’t believe what a livestock-class airplane restroom looks like at the tail end of a transoceanic flight.