Apparently today (according to Ted, according to NPR) is World Toilet Day.
Naturally, I thought of one thing and one thing only:
My giant post about my trip to the “Charmin Public Toilets” in the middle of Times Square. HERE IT IS.
Weirdest experience ever. It made me wish I did hard drugs so that I could experience it through that filter.
Interesting thing: a couple of giant blogs linked to that post – a conservative war-blog and a left-wing feminist blog among them – after all, “everybody poops”, right? – warbloggers and feminists – so the comments are totally WACK (it starts out with the regulars and then all hell breaks loose including one prude who scolds me for the “scatalogical” nature of my blog. Nitwit. I have written one post about public toilets in my 6 years of blogging and he, poor little dear, somehow had turned that into the entire theme of the blog) and some of the comments have a whiff of hostility about them that I recognize very well from my time of blogging about politics. The post is meant to be FUNNY, peeps (or should I say “poops”??) – not yet another opportunity for you to whine about the disintegration of society via the MSM or whatever the hell is their current problem. Sheesh! Ruins all my fun! (To be fair: the conservative blogger and the feminist blogger who linked to me both “got it” – they both totally got the humor … it was, as always, the MINIONS that came to me from those links who were yukky.)
I still like to go back and read that post, though, because seriously – it was one of the weirdest afternoons of my life. Can such places exist??
An update: that building is STILL vacant in Times Square and when you peek in you can STILL see a damn Charmin bear on the walls (because yes, I have peeked in thru the glass doors) … so I wonder if Charmin holds that space in order to open up their Glorious Poop-o-Rama during the holiday season? I cannot figure it out. It’s prime real estate. Haven’t been by there in a while, I should go check it out because I seroiusly need to document that place MORE THOROUGHLY, including my long-ago plan to dress up in a burka, paint my hands with henna designs, go to the Charmin Poop-a-Torium, and sign in the guest book saying I was from Turkmenistan. Why on earth that seemed like such a good idea has now been lost in the mists of time … but I still want to do it.
