I recently visited a local sports bar with great food and a fabulous rotating beer selection (I’m partial to hazy IPAs, BTW). But there is one thing about the place that really sticks in my craw (how often does one get to use that word, “craw?” I think I will start using it more often.)
When I visited the ladies’ room, I stopped dead in my tracks because I could not believe the sign they use to indicate this bathroom is for women:
I have never imagined my vagina to resemble a martini glass, but someone certainly has put a lot of thought into this. And the bar literally bought into it, too. SMDH.
I was curious to see if the men’s room got equal treatment, so I sauntered over there and, yep, this is what I saw:
Someone obviously has big dick energy.
Anywho…
Why do some restaurants feel that bathrooms need to have a “personality” or show us our reproductive organs so that we know which room to use?
These examples are far from representative of the myriad identities that exist in our world. But I’ve seen some attempts here and there:
Now you can say, oh it’s only a joke, but I can’t let stuff like this go without questioning it. The beauty of being a writer is that I get to open my laptop and let ‘er rip!
In my opinion, this is not a matter of politically-correct policing. It is actually a failure by some sectors of society to acknowledge and embrace the LGBTQ+ community in ways that signal allyship.
Maybe that’s too much to ask from a local sports bar. All I’m saying is, please do not grab me by the martini glass and think it’s okay, okay?
My Ted Talk is done.
Vanessa you are iconic and this is hysterical. The photo captions have me CACKLING
I needed that laugh this morning (OK, at 2 AM when you sent it to me because we were both up working, as usual!)
Thank you, Vanessa!!