Notes from the River

How do I know the patriarchy is alive and well? Hotel bathrooms.

Exhibit A: those stupid waterfall showers. Not a single woman (or anyone with long hair) has ever wanted to get only their hair soaked while the rest of their body stays relatively dry. Patriarchy!

Exhibit B: Sliding doors. No, not the 1998 Rom Com, but a poor excuse for privacy. Men can get away with facing the door and doing their business quickly (most of the time). Imagine having to change your pad, or rinse your diva cup (god forbid), with a three inch gap inbetween the door and wall. Patriarchy!

Exhibit C: Everything is always wet. This isn’t so much a feminism thing as it is a pet peeve. Hotel architects seem to think that having no shower door means luxury, while it really means “why are my socks fucking wet”. Not really about the patriarchy!

To any men’s rights activists reading my blog (god forbid), if you are worried that the patriarchy is disappearing, please don’t worry. Hotel bathrooms are keeping the tradition alive.