If you ever have a chance to go to the Cliffs of Moher, go. I don’t care if you’re not a Harry Potter fan and don’t want to see where Voldemort hid a horcrux. The cliffs are breathtaking.
And while you’re there, go to the bathroom.
I’m not kidding. Not only is it a trek so you should use the bathroom while you have the chance, it’s also an interesting cultural experience. You see, it’s one, large, unisex bathroom with like thirty stalls. Like Ally McBeal style.
My husband and I both had to use the bathroom, so we followed the signage and arrived at a door. We both looked around for a Men’s vs. Women’s room sign, but there just wasn’t one. And we weren’t the only confused people, mind you. There were like five of us hovering outside the door, trying to figure out who got to go in and pee.
Then men and women came out of the same bathroom, so we all went in.
It was just a room of stalls. No worrying about who had what bits in their pants, just a place for everyone to pee.
And while I admittedly felt a little like I was breaking the rules as I locked myself in the stall, I also thought This is how bathrooms everywhere should be.
A place where parents can bring their opposite gendered children to the toilet without wondering what the age cutoff is where that becomes really weird. A place where there can be no transgender bathroom laws because nobody cares. A place where men can poo without having to wait for the one stall.
A true toilet Utopia. A place where everyone could pee in peace.
And you know what? The hand soap smelled really great, too.