So my night classes are held in a New York City high school. Take a look at this picture I took in the bathroom last night and tell me what’s missing. And no, it’s not Jenny McCarthy and a pair of Candies (what a wacky pop culture reference!).
There’s no door! And it’s not just this stall, it’s all the stalls in all the bathrooms! Now, if I were a more mature blogger (LOL!) I would use this opportunity to discuss the horrors of the New York City public school system. But we all know that’s not gonna happen. Instead I’ll use this tragedy as a platform for my own wacky brand of humor. Kinda like my Osammy the Terrorist Clown shtick. “Hey kids! Wacka! Wacka! Wacka! BANG!”
First off, why isn’t there a door? Why aren’t there even remnants of a door? I admit it, I get stage fright at urinals. Sad, but true. I can’t even imagine trying to poop in a stall without a door. If I ever have to poop in a stall without a door, it better be in prison! Or better yet, how about I just never poop in a stall without a door? That works!
And I thought we had it rough in our school bathrooms growing up! I swear the toilet paper they gave us was a combination of tracing paper and party streamers. I used to use the toilet paper as tracing paper to copy my friends’ homework. Just kidding! I didn’t have any friends!
Speaking of public restrooms, why is it that people can make as much noise as they want while doing that thing you do while sitting on a toilet, as long as the noises don’t come out of your mouth. It could be like a tsunami coming out of your ass, and no one bats an eye. But as soon as a slight grunt or sigh leaves your lips, you’ve suddenly turned into the most disgusting person on the face of the planet. And you just know that I’m making eye contact with the other guy at the sinks to acknowledge the fact that we both think you’re gross. Isn’t that hypocritical?
That’s all.
The doors are removed to prevent Republican Senators from finding dates.
I have an issue with public bathrooms in the first place. I’d prefer to shit my pants than use a door-less stall.
Might as well just squat in the middle of the floor. I wouldn’t blame a kid if he did that. It would be interesting to see if the girls washroom has to put up with that nonsense or if it’s just the boys… my bet is the latter.
J has a point, I also wonder if the girls bathroom has no stall doors also.
At my high school (in a white trash subarb) at least 1 door was always missing… but there was generally another stall WITH a door. Maybe having no doors is meant to deter smoking or drug deals or whatever those kids do in school now-a-days. That’s the only thing I can think of.
I’d have to talk to the PTSA about that… seems like something they’d be interested in wasting time on. That and selling chocolate bars to “raise funds”
-jeff
i wouldnt be able to do a thing in that bathroom. well…except pee.
The medical term for ‘stage fright’ at a urinal is ‘aviodant paruresis’, and it’s a psychological condition. I get it all the time. Standing next to other people while a stream of waste exits in front of you? It’s just not right. Making kids take a dump in front of one another is even worse. Yuck yuck yuck.
Let’s just hope you don’t make a habit of taking photos in High School boys bathrooms.
Creepy.
Generally there are doors in the ladies room. Except perhaps at the beach in which case you’re supposed to be ok with showering off nakid in front of everyone too. You are also supposed to walk barefoot in the unnatrually warm sand swamp on the floor.
Truly? I’m amazed when people can poo in public. I can’t. not that I do, because I’m a woman and we don’t do that, but when I am in the stall um, powdering my nose, I have to try not to giggle when there is noise next door.
Lol… I was in a night club where the stalls had no door, so I made one of my friends stand atthe end of the stall and face away to obstruct the view b/c I just couldnt do it.
There was a department store that had stalls that were only about 4 feet high, so when you walked by, you had to pretend not to look or you’d see down into everyones stall anyway. It was mortifying. Some bullshit about crime or drugs or people hiding in the stalls.
I think it just plain old kept people from using them at all, so the store didn’t have to clean them as much.
My highschool didn’t have any doors on ANY of the restrooms that were meant for students, to combat smoking, drugs, sex, and all those other typical teenage activities.
I couldn’t stand it though, so I became the office assistant and got to use the administration’s bathroom, complete with locking door =]
There is nothing wrong with this mens bathroom, the toilet looks clean, no grafffiti on the stalls, double roll of toilet tissue, a nice comfortable toilet seat, low partitions to prevent unwanted ‘foot tapping’ from your neighbor, automatic flushers, and even a vent behind the bowl for fresh air. As long as the outer door is clearly marked “MEN / BOYS” and females cannot see in, whats the big deal? Your not trying to impress anybody in there? Everybody shits, and theres nothing to be ashamed of. I work at a library where the mens stalls are all without doors. The reason is to prevent guys from hanging out for hours ‘on the bowls” and preventing the rest of us from shitting. I shit in doorless stalls twice a day, as well as all the male employees and library patrons. Just do it once, you’ll be fine. Women on the other hand, need and have locking doors on their toilets. They need doors for “hygienic” reasons we wont go into now….Happy Holidays !!!!
I have to admit I wouldn’t be able to go either. I hate urinals mainly for the “splash factor” that if you do not pee at the right angle it splashes back at you, especially if your tool is on the bigger size. I hate sitting on a public toilet just in general because you know the last person that was on that toilet left every STD they possibly could fresh on the seat for you(yes I know you can not get an STD from a toilet seat but that is what goes through your head…at least my head)but, straight or gay, you know whenever someone walks by their eyes shift into each stall just to look. how could you not look? I would look and don’t lie, you know you would too!
But Dean, everybody knows you are in there taking a shit, door or no door they see your feet and hear and smell your evacuations. Nothing to be embarrased. If somebody stares too long at me, I just squat down a bit, and they will usually walk away. Doorless stalls are no problem
I’d rather implode.
You guys are sooooooooo crazy. Unless you are trying to impress another dude in the restroom, why do you care if guys see you shitting? I’ve used MANY doorless stalls, mostly at school, and at work.. and it’s kinda fun to ‘outstink” each other. But hey…. I’m from the south
I agree with Rick. We’re all men, so who cares?
I would trade that restroom anyday for the filthy bathroom where I work with stall doors. That school bathroom is very well kept.
Were you ashamed of the size of your dick? or the color of your turd? Guys don’t care about either. That’s why we don’t really need stall doors on our toilets like ‘da gals” do. Merry Christmas
Craig: If your sitting on a toilet bowl with your Mickey Mouse ears, your bound to attract attention. Remove the hat, sit on the toilet in the doorless stall proudly, smile at the guys passing by, and when your poop is 1/3 …2/3 out, give a courtesy flush. It will show you have class and dignity.
Looks pretty user-friendly to me if all you are doing is taking a shit.
I guess since I never been to NYC , I can ask this question. Why is there a padlock on the rolls of toilet tissue? Otherwise, Its a very nice clean stall. I would have no problem pooping in there.
In my high school, there were three boys rooms and they were identical: five urinals, two toilets, two sinks. The urinals lined one side of the room. The sinks were on the other side near the door. Between the sinks and the toilets there was chest-high partition. However, the toilets had NO STALLS. Just the two toilets sitting next to each other, with about a foot of space between them. There was a toilet paper dispenser on the partition and another on the wall. Having mild IBS, I had no choice but to brave these toilets from time to time. Luckily, I’m not overly bashful about my bodily functions, but it was still a nerve-racking, embarassing experience.
The boys bathrooms where I went to school had no doors on any of the stalls. This was the situation from 5th grade on. I know the girls rooms had doors, so I never understood why they thought it was ok for the boys to have no privacy during a bm. I had been too embarassed to do a bm in the open stall, so I would hold it in no matter how bad I had to go. Unfortunately, one day in the 6th grade I had been holding it in all day and sometime after lunch I ended up accidently making doody in my pants while in class. It took about one minute for everyone to notice the smell but they couldn’t tell from who it was coming. While walking to the next class, however, my classmates figured out that I was the source and teased me relentlessly. I didn’t know what to do so I still went to the next class. That room of course started to smell fairly quickly and the other kids told the teacher that it was because of me. She said in front of the whole class that if I had a bm accident I needed to go to the nurse’s office. I got up out of my seat, totally humiliated, and went to the school nurse. She was very understanding and sent me home. From then on, I would use the open stalls if I really had to go, because anything was better than that experience.
i remember wheni was in 6th grade we had open toilets.i never used them.i tried my best to hold it in it never worked.i always ended up crapping myself. i was just lucky my teachers or the kids in my class wereto stupid to realise were the smell was coming from.haha. i was so lucky
I WOULD SHIT ANYWAY
Looks to me like a well kept, clean, tidy and well appointed stall. Ricky is right, once you have tried it there is no problem. My first time was on a walk in our city park this summer which by chance coincided with the irresistable onset of one of my “2 to 3 times a week” BMs. To my horror I discovered the facility had one, brick, very low wall, doorless stall. The only thing that was anywhere close in appointment to your NY stall was the toilet paper dispenser. Well let’s be thankful for small mercies. Trust me, the trepidation was sky high when I sat down, but in the 10 to 15 minutes I was there gradually accomplising my task, two people checked to see if my stall was vacant. One simply took the time to say “Oh I’m sorry” and the second one stayed long enough to also apologize and make the comment, “Must be a really difficult one, I can see you are having a hard time”. He smiled and left. Frankly I was amazed to discover that when it came time to wipe, all the anxiety had disappeared. Almost like a right-of-passage. Guys, believe me, if you have to do it, you can do it and the worst that can happen is you might experience some politeness and even sympathy you probably wouldn’t get out on the street.