
Being a filmmaker I travel with my camera on shoots 8211; at times at the oddest possible hours in the oddest possible places no shadowy claims to being a sting journalist though. And on these travels I have often experienced the sheer desperate need for a toilet.
Women suffer. Learning the art of hovering precariously on soiled public toilet seats, extended lessons in self-control till we trace a decent cafe read McDonald8217;s: a new aspect of McDonalisation or standing in a snake-like queue before a women8217;s loo.
The Victorian rulebook expands. Essentially, even impolite sounds should only be privy to the four walls of a bathroom enclosure. So many women flush constantly or run the water tap while they are on the job. In Japan, things have reached such a level that there is even a separate battery-operated device, known as the Otohime, attached to the walls of women8217;s toilets. The device creates a loud flushing sound similar to a toilet being flushed. Through this, some 20 litres of water on every toilet use is saved, as the women use the simulated sound now rather than flush constantly.
Obviously these devices are almost never installed in men8217;s restrooms.
Given this mindset, it is easy to ascertain the reason for the state of our public toilets. Many loos in restaurants 8212; some of them boasting rave food reviews 8212; leave me shocked. They lack even basic standards of sanitation and cleanliness. Let8217;s, therefore, spare a thought for women8217;s constant battle of waterloo and do something about it.