I read your meant-to-be clever article on men's toilets and was moved to say it sank to a new high in bad taste. Yes, I know you want to attract the young cools who drink themselves blotto at the drop of the proverbial s'ouwester, but as a subject, toilets are more interesting when they're called outhouses and are a midnight destination in PJs and Xtratufs.
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It may be that my education on urinal graffiti has been sadly neglected. No, I have never felt the need to breach the male mystic on that level. I do, however, have a certain amount of envy at the efficiency of male function, as we women take twice as long and are never afforded additional stalls to accommodate those long lines.
Mary Lou Spartz