I’ve seen the future of public washrooms — not only seen it, but I’ve peed in it. It’s all-gender. It’s private. It’s clean. It’s wonderful, as far as toilet experiences go.
Way better than your familiar old-school, old-smell, blue-plastic Johnny-on-the-spots. Way better than the trough-style urinals my son and I used at an amusement park in Maine just last week (which were notable mostly for occasioning reminiscences of Maple Leaf Gardens). Dare I say even way better than the line of stalls (and open urinals, for men) most of us have in our workplaces.
These new washrooms are at the CNE, where generations ago people routinely lined up to see the future: my grandparents remembered seeing their first televisions and fax machines at the Ex and going every year to view new home-appliance inventions or futuristic prototype cars. Now the CNE is displaying innovation again, here in the realm of outdoor-event washroom supply.
The first thing you notice about these toilet facilities is the doors marking them gender neutral: the figure displayed is half the traditional standing info-sign stick-man, half the traditional skirt-wearing washroom-door woman. If that doesn’t make the message plain enough, the words underneath do: “We don’t care.”
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