Unisex Restrooms–Who’s Gotta Go?

Attention shoppers! To better serve those of you who can’t decide which sex you are we, at Lowe’s Home Improvement, have decided to provide you with a unisex bathroom. We now have one for men, one for women, and one for you–whoever you are!

Yes, it’s true. My mother went into Lowe’s the other day and, knowing her, no doubt made a beeline for the ladies room. Much to her surprise she came across the latest thing in political correctness. The manipulative majority has won again. Only, I don’t even know which group this would be. I’m a reasonably intelligent, fairly educated, tenured adult and I must admit, I’m stumped–no offense to anyone who may have lost trees in the last hurricane.

Where is this all going and where is it all going to end? If this particular situation has something to do with homosexuality, I’m not condemning that at all. People’s personal lives are none of my business. What concerns me are the people who purposely go to extremes to be different. Being odd is their thing. As soon as something, once considered out of the ordinary or frowned upon, becomes accepted as part of the norm some people have to go a step further just so they can complain about being ostracized and misunderstood.

This ridiculous pandering to everyone with a personal issue has got to stop. It’s like the parent with the screaming kid in the toy section. Buy the toy to appease the kid and the next tantrum will be swifter, louder, and longer. This is what we’re doing with grown people, groups of them. I heard the Christmas tree at O’Hare Airport had to come down because someone of the Jewish faith was insulted. With various faiths popping up like toadstools during rainy season, there isn’t enough room, even at O’Hare, to salute them all. And, by the way, this never used to be a problem. Speaking of toadstools, it’s mushrooming.

The way I see it no one does, or should, worry about what my personal beliefs are. It doesn’t bother me because they are just that–personal. If all of these complainers are so sincere about whatever their passion–sexual orientation, religion, ethnicity, political persuasion, favorite teddy bear, Coke or Pepsi…whatever…it shouldn’t have to be anyone else’s cross to bear, no offense to non-Christians or bear phobics. Live with your beliefs–preferably quietly–and quit being idiots.

Who cares what my personal beliefs and preferences are? And why should they? I’m one person of quite a few on this earth. If I don’t make a big issue about the fact that I’m brown eyed, part Italian, part Irish, an alcoholic, carbohydrate lover, who is partial to chocolate, reading, and cats no one is going to bother me one way or the other.

If I start walking around the mall with a gallon jug of whiskey, meowing, and orally reading Chicken Soup for the Neurotic’s Soul at the top of my lungs while stuffing Hershey’s Kisses up my nose, I might get a few negative reactions.

These unbelievably self-centered, obnoxiously entitled-acting people and groups, who set themselves aside for extortion and attention purposes make me insane. We have to start saying, “NO!!” Just like the parent with the kid in the store. Say no and it stops. Everything returns to normal. Say yes and Katie bar the door. It’s on.

What is it that Lowe’s–or anyone else installing extra plumbing (okay, maybe Lowe’s just had extra laying around)–is trying to accomplish. What can people do in the extra bathroom that they can’t do in the first two? Never mind. I don’t want to know.