Okay, now that Brian's done with his thesis and heading off to Syracuse, and Jonathan's made up his mind to come to Irvine, and I....well, I'm not going anywhere but I did finish Fable and that's got to count for something.
Make sure to check out Jonathan's Urinal Project (there's a link from his profile). The whole bathroom ritual is an exercise in self-construction, isn't it? Questions for Boys: How close do you stand? Do you look? Do you talk? Questions for Girls: Which stall do you go to? Are you one of those foot-shufflers? Do you use the paper covers (or, as some graffiti noticed by Charles Kuralt once called them, "free cowboy hats!")??
I remember some philosophical saw about how who you really are, or maybe it's what your morals really are, is determined by what you do when nobody's watching. Dunno if I buy that, because as an inveterate navel-gazer, I'm always watching myself, and that's gotta count. But I do think that bathroom behavior is an interesting nexus of social forces, gender, sexuality, and Freudian longing....is it a particularly telling nexus?
