Make It Stop is a new weekly column in which Anna Goldfarb — the blogger behind Shmitten Kitten and Shlooby Kitten — tells you what’s up. Want a fresh take on a stinky dilemma? Email firstname.lastname@example.org with the subject “Make It Stop.” She’ll make it all better, or at least make you laugh. Girl Scout’s honor.
First up, we have a woman whose coworkers use the office ladies’ room like their own personal telephone booth (yes, that’s our own Amelia above, gabbing away)… Keep reading »
I write this to you in the heat of the moment, still disgusted at what I just witnessed in the company ladies room. IT WAS NOT PRETTY. In fact, after slurping down several tall glasses of Long Island Iced Teas during a barbecue yesterday, I was forced to stop at a seedy, highway rest stop McDonald’s to pee, and I’m sad to report that their women’s restroom was cleaner than the one in my office building. But this isn’t just happening in my building. Gag-worthy workplace bathrooms— particularly ladies’ rooms— have become an epidemic. We can all relate. Keep reading »
Spring Cleaning Week at The Frisky has made it seem like we’re all a couple of Martha Stewarts hoovering Adderall. Lies! While we’re not gross-gross, I do feel it is my duty as a Frisky staffer to present an honest portrait of us: we’re a little gross. Julie’s desk is a wasteland of half-eaten snacks, Ami’s is covered in papers, mine has bagel crumbs stuck to coffee stains, and Amelia’s got a half-drunk plastic cup of red wine on hers that’s been sitting there for days. (Not even sure what that’s about — possibly this?) In conclusion, we probably shouldn’t be lecturing ANYBODY about cleanliness.
So, in the interest of full disclosure, we’re going to — anonymously! — share some gross things we do in the bathroom which we would never admit to doing.
Please don’t tell our mothers. Keep reading »
Today is a sad day. The Whole Foods at Union Square in Manhattan finally figured out my trick — I’ve been using their bathrooms as a public restroom without ever buying anything for years. As of today, there are now complicated locks on the door, requiring a Whole Foods-mandated door code, which you can only get on your Whole Foods receipt. My jig is up.
As someone with a very, uh, healthy digestive tract, I frequently find myself in need of a bathroom when I’m out and about. I’ve scoped out all the typical options, and have come up with a list of preferred pee spots when you’re in a bind. Some general rules: It may behoove you to carry a packet of tissues in your bag, just in case you find a terlet but no TP. And! Remember that just because a place serves food, doesn’t mean that they’ll have a restroom. Many places that have only one or two tables qualify as “take away” establishments and aren’t legally required to have public restrooms. Also, a little hand sanitizer couldn’t hurt either. Below, I’ve cataloged my list of preferred emergency pee spots, from most desired to least. Please add your emergency pee solutions in the comments! Keep reading »
The blogger behind the parenting site Ben and Birdy recently had a run-in with a man who mistook her son for a girl. The incident happened in a public restroom, and the man vocally made a scene, questioning the boy’s gender and his right to be in a male public restroom. Appalled by the rude and ignorant behavior of the stranger — the guy apparently asked her, “Are you its mom?” — the unnamed blog mom took to the interwebs, and penned a hilarious and on-point response:
I just want to start by applauding your decision to shout at us right off the bat. “She was in the men’s room! Your daughter was in the men’s room! A girl in the men’s room!” For one thing, how else will we learn? For another, how else will we be covered in spittle? Plus, I think it’s good, if you see something unexpected, to proceed with violent certainty rather than with, say, wonder or even doubt. Like the time I found that slightly darker O in my bowl of Cheerios and freaked out because I knew for sure that it was a wheel from the landing gear of a miniature UFO that was going to abduct me and probe my anus; if it were cereal, it would look like the rest of the cereal. Likewise, if you see a doll with short hair, even if it’s lying next to a pair of scissors, you should think, “Ew. When did Ken’s boobs get so big?”