Society is a funny game.  I was having a conversation about my post about shit buddies last night and it got me thinking about public bathrooms.  Who was it that decided men were at all comfortable with pissing in front of one another?  Let's look at all the different public facilities that men have to deal with.

Stadium restrooms:  equipped with 20 or so toilets, depending on the venue, and lined with trophs to piss in.

Mall/Theatre restrooms:  three toilets and 4-5 urinals.

Bar restrooms:  1-2 toilets and depending the integruity of the place, 2-3 urinals.

If men are lucky there will be particians seperating the urinals.  Most of the time it's hold hands and let the juice squeeze.  My favorite are the trophs.  The constant flow of recycled water making it's way down tilt collecting all the refuge along the way.  Gravity helps this situation.  Side by side men will stand holding their dicks shaking the last bit of piss dribblets off the heads into a metal basin.  When did this become okay?  Which man wrote it down in his journal that all men were cool with exchanging fluids on eachothers shoes?  I understand the urinal.  It makes sense.  But why no seperation?  Why have guys shoulder to shoulder in an awkward silence staring at the tiled wall?  Are we okay with this?  I don't know a single guy who readily stands next to the other guy pissing.  There is a urinal code of ethics set forth over time that places an empty urinal between bladder controlled spurters.  If this ethical pee controller is set up in the minds of all guys, why is it that we still see open urinals and trophs?  Do the designers not ever use public restrooms?  Do they have secret "gotcha" meetings and laugh at the expense of all men?  Are the restroom designers all women and they are giving us a bra-strap salute?

Why don't we just save all the money being spent on the other side of the restroom and just have a door leading outside for the men's room?  Plant a couple of trees next to the door.  Just have us shit and piss outside like the animals we are made to feel like when we enter the men's room.  No need for running water...just fertilize the ground.  Could you imagine?  The women's room is always lavish with couches and stalls that are scented with lilacs and open meadows.  The men's room is just a door leading outside to the parking lot.  Seems to be the next logical step.