You can tell a lot about a place by looking at what’s written on the back of the toilet doors. Some places have things like ‘so-and-so-is a slut’ and ‘so-and-so loves someone-else’, EG. my school. Which should tell you something. We also have ‘Stop writing on the door!’ written on one of them, if they haven’t scrubbed that off. And message scrawled here seem to be so badly spelt, so badly worded and so utterly pathetic that you wasn’t to go through them with a big black permanent texta and correct them a la Niles from Frasier. Until you realize that that’s where that sort of thing belongs. You get similar stuff on the back of toilet doors at the ‘mall’, although there tends to be less ‘so-and-so is a slut’ and more ‘so-and-so raped me’, and there’s a lot less of it. I can only assume this is some form of warning against all people named Sam or Greg or… whatever. They also have little cards about medical preventative methods, which I’m sure most of us are thinking of at this particular time.
I mention this because yesterday I went to a movie theatre. These places typically have any toilet door graffiti removed pretty fast, but this place had two things scrawled on the back of one of the doors. One was from 1997, some group of people who were there (It wasn’t even ‘wuz here’, which is somewhat amusing). The other was the names of three people with F.F.L. tacked on the end. There’s something surreal about proclaiming a life-long friendship on the back of a toilet door. At least your audience is pretty much captive. I wonder why that space hasn’t been rented out for advertising yet? Strikes me as a very effective place.

That asside, are American's really that tentative about the toilet? It's hard to picture people asking for the location of the 'bathroom' or the 'restroom'. I'd use the word Dunny all the time if it wasn't rather crass. Toilet is the tastefull word here.
Sometimes I think that Australia is becoming the lost state of america. Sometimes I begin to worry that i'm living in a country that's losing it's difference, and all that makes it interesting and... Well, home. Then I'll start talking about the sweet, heavenly delight of Tim-tam's to overseas friends and they won't understand what I'm talking about. And I'll realise- They don't have them. That's just for us, and concidering we now get Oreo's here it's rather surprising. I wonder if they're present in the UK? I'm sure they were on an eppisode of neighbors or something. My friends don't recognise the words 'Chiko Roll' or 'Dim Sim'. Yes, I have come to understand that Australia is in our food. And, in the end, that may be why people come here. Lots of nothing and food with strange names. Plus the chance to eat grubs. I hear they taste like chicken.

My posts get longer and longer, and progressively they say less and less of any importance. Still, I love to rant ^_^ There's always a chance someone will start reading and say 'What the bloody hell? This chicks harpin on about toilet doors. Is she a freak or what?'

"The Devil made me buy this car"
~Bumper sticker.
- posted by Washi @ 9:23 pm