This one really made me think, perhaps not in the way intended.
For some strange reason, I would be very uncomfortable turning around, dropping my drawers, and having a dump in full view of the public mens room. Okay, maybe that's not so strange, but set beside a urinal where I'd be fully comfortable unzipping my pants, pulling my favourite bits out, and emptying my bladder shoulder to shoulder with other wang-havers... I start to question why the difference seems enormous to me.
...Maybe it's less that I am poopoo shy, and more that my desire to have peeing privacy is broken?
This one really made me think, perhaps not in the way intended.
For some strange reason, I would be very uncomfortable turning around, dropping my drawers, and having a dump in full view of the public mens room. Okay, maybe that's not so strange, but set beside a urinal where I'd be fully comfortable unzipping my pants, pulling my favourite bits out, and emptying my bladder shoulder to shoulder with other wang-havers... I start to question why the difference seems enormous to me.
...Maybe it's less that I am poopoo shy, and more that my desire to have peeing privacy is broken?