Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Thoughts on the john

Why is it called a restroom? You don't go in there to hang out and relax, as far as I can tell. It doesn't really make sense to call it a bathroom, either, unless it's at someone's house and there's a bathing apparatus in there. But if you're out at dinner and you excuse yourself to use the restroom or the bathroom, I think that's kind of inaccurate. Unless you're going to lie down in the toilet for a while, just thinking about your life.

5 comments:

Dan said...

"Unless you're going to lie down in the toilet for a while, just thinking about your life."

Don't knock it if you haven't tried it.

Colleen_Katana said...

I don't know, man...my boyfriend goes in there with a book (*ehem* comic book...though he would kill me to know I mentioned that fact to the internet) and I won't see him again for an hour. I know he's not doing business in there for a whole hour...but what he IS definitely doing? Resting and relaxin'...

So, perhaps the term "restroom" should only be coined by certain people when they're doing a certain number.

Joe said...

Good one, Dan. I was about 12 when a friend and I were in a department store. My friend asked a salesman if there was a bathroom. He answered with mock indignance*, "Not if you're going to take a bath!"
I laughed out loud and my friend smiled, half-embarrassed.
Mom says If you're at Morimoto's in NYC, the restroom should be called an amusement park!

*Twilight Zone moment: spell-check didn't like this word, the Dashboard dictionary on the computer shows "indignant" but not "indignance," and my Scrabble dictionary shows neither! ("indign" is followed by "indigo.") Has my indignance all these years been mislabeled?

Colleen Snell said...

I'm guilty of calling it a restroom. I think it is more polite. I'm southern, don't judge.

CarrieJ said...

it is from the old days .... women would withdraw to powder their noses, poof their hair. Sure, we don't have couches in our bathrooms now, but they used to! And really, what other room can you go in and lock the door? I have two kids, and even that domain has been invaded. Well, except for my hubby, who manages to spend 45 minutes to an hour in there. He says he wipes when he is done ... but just continues to sit there until he finds a stopping place. I think it can be summed up in this. My hubby brings in 500 page books, I get to glance at a magazine (which more than likely will be smacked out of my hands by a child, or will be thrown down when I run from the room to their screams)
Hey, thanks for letting me write a blog on your blog. That is really helpful since I would feel bad putting it on my own. :)