(no subject)

Rather than a bunch of observations about culture after a week of office conflict and Minneapolis theatre, instead I'm going to point out that:
I'm not trying to look at your penis.
And if I was, seriously - no harm will come of it.

I'm stunned by how many people stand in the urinal - clothes literally pressed against the urine and hair splattered porcelain. Did someone insult their penis when they were young, whence the learned the behavior, never again to risk the judgment again? White-haired man, you brush your teeth naked at the gym - why not stand an inch from the pee-tank?

I fear communal urine more than people seeing my weenis.