Speaking for many men, let me say that polished marble Throne Rooms are not that big a thrill. We do require the other men to wear long pants to keep decorum. The real luxury is the high quality toilet paper.Bragging rights to the Men's room Decor is not yet a sport here in the South.
For what it's worth, the Ambassador Hotel in Milwaukee has a fabulous vintage art-deco lobby men's room, with polished granite floors and counters, marble stalls, cheesecake framed art, and art deco light fixtures. But the best thing: no paper towels. No air dryers, either. Instead, a stack of clean, soft terry-cloth hand towels, and a hamper to pitch them in when you're done using them. Swanky!
Sorry, but those retro floor-to-chest urinals do nothing other than ricochet your reason for being there back onto your nice shoes and pants cuffs (another reason to wear long pants, dark colored, please, in business situations).
Classy bathrooms went out after it became unfashionable to have full time attendents (the ones who would actually dry your hands for you. Such a gentleman once worked in the restaurant bathroom atop the BofA bldg in San Francisco. Of course mjy egalitarian nature didn't allow me to accept his offer, but I also refrained from lecturing him on how demeaning it was for me to see a black man in such a subservient role, in a bank building no less.)
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Speaking for many men, let me say that polished marble Throne Rooms are not that big a thrill. We do require the other men to wear long pants to keep decorum. The real luxury is the high quality toilet paper.Bragging rights to the Men's room Decor is not yet a sport here in the South.
For what it's worth, the Ambassador Hotel in Milwaukee has a fabulous vintage art-deco lobby men's room, with polished granite floors and counters, marble stalls, cheesecake framed art, and art deco light fixtures. But the best thing: no paper towels. No air dryers, either. Instead, a stack of clean, soft terry-cloth hand towels, and a hamper to pitch them in when you're done using them. Swanky!
Sorry, but those retro floor-to-chest urinals do nothing other than ricochet your reason for being there back onto your nice shoes and pants cuffs (another reason to wear long pants, dark colored, please, in business situations).
Classy bathrooms went out after it became unfashionable to have full time attendents (the ones who would actually dry your hands for you. Such a gentleman once worked in the restaurant bathroom atop the BofA bldg in San Francisco. Of course mjy egalitarian nature didn't allow me to accept his offer, but I also refrained from lecturing him on how demeaning it was for me to see a black man in such a subservient role, in a bank building no less.)
Clearly those lime-green fixtures make it difficult to gauge one’s level of hydration.
I prefer my restrooms lighter, the urinals raised and naked women to wash me when I'm done.
All I know is that when I have to go I want to go to a place that looks grubby and dirty. I don't want to have to feel guilty if I miss the urinal.
Orange!
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