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When I studied abroad in 2015 I was QUITE depressed but also clueless about what that meant.
We had to write an essay titled “The ____ of England” where we picked something like rocks or doors or flowers to observe on the trip & write something nice & contemplative about them.
We had to write an essay titled “The ____ of England” where we picked something like rocks or doors or flowers to observe on the trip & write something nice & contemplative about them.
Anyway I had no f*cks left to give so I was like “the toilets here tell a whole story.”
At graduation that writing prof shook my hand & said “u were always my favorite” so I guess failing to take his assignment seriously was nbd.
At graduation that writing prof shook my hand & said “u were always my favorite” so I guess failing to take his assignment seriously was nbd.
IIRC, the essay was not great but I took so many pictures. Which I just found on my phone. And will now share with you. Because we’re in a pandemic & they bring me joy & maybe they’ll bring you joy too.
This is a Welsh toilet. For Dynion.
This is the grooviest toilet, at a modern art museum in Edinburgh.
In the grooviest toilet you can buy £2 tictacs & tampax with a 500% markup
This is the swoonworthiest toilet, outside John Ruskin’s house. He never had sex with his first wife even tho they were married for 5 years. If I ever remodel a bathroom I want it to look like exactly like this.
This is a toilet operated by worms that can *only* eat poop
This is a very nautical toilet embedded with genuine seashells
This is a barbed wire toilet at a bunkhouse near Hadrian’s wall. It was a DESIGN CHOICE. They were all like this. I’ve never been more scared to pee.
This toilet shower is both romantic AND heteronormative
I found a mooncup sticker in an Oxford pizza restaurant toilet, on which people wrote “menopause rules :)” and “so do progesterone pills” & I fully felt like I was at one of those 70s radical feminist women’s health workshops
This was one of my favorite toilets. Frozen in time. The only public toilet, in the tiniest village, located behind the only pub for miles.
It had a flush chain in the ceiling. And just,, a damp communal rag to dry ur hands.
It had a flush chain in the ceiling. And just,, a damp communal rag to dry ur hands.
This is the crinoline lady who gave me so much joy that I stole one of these bags from a hostel to keep with my other mementos.
I later learned that there’s a British comic who did a full stand-up bit AS the crinoline lady & it sounded gross but I respect that.
I later learned that there’s a British comic who did a full stand-up bit AS the crinoline lady & it sounded gross but I respect that.
There were also soooo many instructions for the toilets of England (& Scotland & Wales)
In conclusion, this trip was great even tho I was mentally ill & it never hurts to take pictures of random things.
Because one day, you’ll look back on them during a pandemic & think “ahh yes, I remember the days of public toilets. How great they were.”
Because one day, you’ll look back on them during a pandemic & think “ahh yes, I remember the days of public toilets. How great they were.”
(Also this was not 2015, this was 2017. Probably doesn’t matter a whole lot but I have mutuals who might be like “uhh what?” so THERE.)
A former supervisor recently emailed me a call for papers about the UK & how magical it is to explore the lands of ur ancestors and part of me wants to just,, write a better essay about British public bathrooms because my love of them runs deep. They’d hate it, but I don’t care.
