I hate these.

Some pet peeves:

• Urinals. Their existence bugs me to begin with. I understand why someone would want to flash his man-bits in plain sight, but that doesn’t mean I particularly enjoy viewing them, even in peripheral vision, when passing by.
• For that matter, leaving the cabin door half open behind you. How else am I supposed to know if someone’s in there if the door isn’t locked?
• For that matter, leaving the entrance door open while you’re in. Because women passing by obviously so much enjoy seeing you with their peripheral vision…
• Pools of urine around toilets, from those who, um, missed.
• Not flushing. I never got this one. The button is right there. Press it, for the love of whatever you believe in, make an effort and bend and press it. It’s going to make life slightly easier for those who come after you, because it will make the place literally stink less.

Obviously I don’t know (yet) what things are like on the other side — it might be a “grass is greener” belief for all I know. But if I were to guess, I’d say that the restrictions that female anatomy inherently places on urination help enforce an unwritten social code of dignity.