I've pulled this up, 13 comments and all, from a Feb 15th post.
My linking skills are hit and miss.
I was in the Calgary Saddledome a while back, and this situation has not yet been remedied. Apparently the first post didn't get women upset enough, or perhaps you weren't around then.
The original post:
{which is no longer in it's right spot cause i had to move it here!!!} sigh
Last night my husband, poor dear, he let something slip. He didn't mean to, but just in casual conversation he accidentially dropped some "Secret man info"
I'm sure, by the look on my face, he knew that he had just said something that might cause a little trouble, but he didn't know what.
And I didn't tell him.
Let me stray a little.
When you come across " secret man info", do not react. Do not question them. They get suspicious and clam up.
My plan was to get this info out ASAP,so that I could set up a pre dawn attack, but in waiting for him to fall asleep, I fell asleep first.
I think he suspected something when I got up this morning, and headed to my laptop, instead of the coffee pot.
And he seemed a little reluctant to head out for work,kind of like the days when I have all the sale flyers by the door, and I've set my alarm.
But he's gone and now it's too late. By noon, every woman in the free world will know of this indignity!
Here it is.Get ready. It's big. Really big.
At the Saddledome, where our NHL Calgary Flames play , they have TV's on the wall in front of the URINALS!
I am almost at a loss for words.
Now aside from the first things that came to mind, which were,
"It's a 30 second job, how much can you get into a program", and
"how do you hold the remote and do your business?", there is something much deeper here.
There is not one woman, who has attended a concert or sporting event that has not suffered the indignity of standing in line for at least 20 minutes. Every time.
Hell,in that same venue, I've missed a whole set of Eric Clapton, listening to him belt out Layla, from the washroom line and have joined women, in the similar line, holding their lighters over their heads and swaying to Sir Elton croon Candle in the Wind .
Now I find out that men have tv's over the urinals!
So here's what I propose.
The next time you are at said events, and your date goes to the washroom, casually ask" So what was on TV?"
If he tells you, we know that this is a venue to target.
Then when we have to go to the bathroom,we will ask the lady in front of us , to hold our spot, and go in and watch some TV,while we wait
( Do not ,however, touch the remote).
Internationally, we will create a blog page that lists all venues world wide that have TVs in mens washrooms, and women have more than a three minute wait, in and out.
Massive mailings, petitions and E Mails will flood these places from every woman who has crossed her legs and undone the top button of her jeans, while standing in those long lines.( all while holding a lit bic high in the air)
This is an injustice that now uncovered, will not go unnoticed, nor unchanged. TVs indeed.
We just want a few more toilets.
I love to post,but this post is so important that I will leave it at the top until I know at least 10 females have read this.
That will insure EVERY woman in the world will know of this injustice.
Should take a couple of hours.
Post script. My husband may have to go into hiding, but I promise, honey, none of these people know who I am.
I'll always protect my source.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
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Every woman in the free world should know this!!! Oh my gosh Hope I was shocked when I read this. Gives a whole new meaning to the term "I'm pissed off" - hee hee. You do have to wonder though how much TV could they watch in the time it takes them to whip it out and pee. We allknow it only takes guys a few seconds. Anyway, very, very amusing post.
Hope, it's not injustice. It's not a conspiracy. It's just physics and biology...Here it is....ya' ready....Men face the wall when urinating. There ya' go. Cat's out of the bag. Any man who (quite frankly because of poor time management) finds himself sitting on the toilet at a sports venue or concert hall is doing so sans television. I believe the solution is female urinals. I don't want to be involved in the brainstorming on what that would look like but maybe that's a project for you gals to tackle. Then, you to can watch TV while you urinate. Lord knows you need it worse than we do. It takes women at least triple the amount of time to accomplish anything in the restroom than men.
I understand biology.
I accept male differences.
We have 5 tvs in our home. 3 people live here. I just want more toilets!!
I'm hoping my inuksuk shows up
I think I've changed my mind. My shruken inuksuk looks like it uilt of legos. Maybe I'll be a sunflower.
Nice Inuksuk! I'm trying to find a suitable forum to boast my newfound knowledge about Inuksuks at work. Of course I'll say it like I always knew what they were. "What?...why that's an Inuksuk." "Haven't you ever heard of an Inuksuk before?" "Man, you grow up in a cave or something. Why I just thought everyone knew what an Inuksuk was." I still don't know what the hell they are but it sounds pretty damned cool.....Inuksuk.....Inuksuk.
Nope, I told you, it looks like a dude with a ....no wait....that's not a rifle.....its a.....Its a rocket launcher! Cool! Keep it, Hope. It's a conversation piece. You'll leave a comment on some strangers site one day when your pissed off at something I've said and just need something else to read. They'll write you back and say "Hope, what the hell is that thing?" Then you gottem hooked. It's original.
I love the original picture. I love the symbolism.
When compressed, it looks like a Transformer, I don't want to be a transformer. I want to be an inuksuk. I'm looking for a simpler picture so it will compress with a little more clarity.
I have the perfect way to introduce the word inuksuk in to sentence, that will both awe and amaze all you know. In 2010, Canada (BC) is hosting the winter olympics. The logo will contain an inuksuk. When your Americian buddies say, what the hell are those canadians thinkin, putting a pile of rocks on that flag. You, then, with a startled look on your face be able to say " a pile of rocks, you idiot, that, my friend is an inuksuk"
Inuksuk. Just when I was going to say What a cool post, etc., that word comes along, and COMPLETELY distracts me. Thanks, Hope. For a great word, and an illuminating post.
Greetings from Texas...Now Now....What your husband described is pretty rare.... Usually us primates are lucky to have a long, moss-covered trough or a pile of hay on the floor to do our business, while my Wife spins stories of the Ladies room having couches, chairs, piped-in music, etc. Enjoyed your Blog! Good Luck!
I read this on the above commneters blog and had to come here to get the goods! I was shocked and appalled. And down right insulted. Why don't weman have this t.v thing? When Have been taken to a sproting(thanks God not often and I do love hockey) event and not wanting to be there; I went to said ladies room to have a break. ONLY top have to wait in line eons before I could sit down and just wait. (Which Is why the line ups are so bad for ladies restrooms) NOW if said couches where in the rest rooms we could sit and watch what we wanted while the men Yelled and screamed for their teams and clearing up said lines to the female venues!
Good one Hope. Where is this list so I can add to it?
Huh..sad that the male species cannot even pee without being entertained. Just goes to show.....
Agrees with Misty..... LOL Sheesh if we can pee with out entertainment they should be able to do so also!
OMNG, that is so outrageous....and funny!
Yeah, I've heard rumours of those TVs in urinals. THAT explains why some guys come out of the washroom smiling. Or... maybe there's another explanation.
My hubby likes to remind all the girls in the family how good he has it because the "world is his urinal". And he thinks that's a GOOD thing.
LOL Heather.I live in the country.I am surrounded by males. I can verify what your husband says. Love it!!!
Oh. My. God.
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