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John Brock: Transsexual toilets make their debut in California public schools

  • Tuesday, August 27, 2013

  • Updated Monday, September 23, 2013 11:32 am

Stupid ideas continue to flow out of the Fruit and Nuts state of California. According to a new law, passed by the state legislature and signed by their moon-child governor, Jerry Brown, it is now possible for a school kid in California to decide which toilet he/she wants to utilize. Sadly, as the Golden State goes – so sometimes goes the nation.

What a ridiculous idea! In this politically correct society, the folks out on the left-coast have passed a law that kids who are confused about their gender can now (without their parents' knowledge) declare whether they want to shower with the girls or boys depending on their notion of which gender they feel they would like to be.

They are called transsexuals. I wonder if there really is such a thing. Society for eons has quickly settled that question with a glance below a person's waist. It now appears in this crazy world, we must cater to those who seemingly are confused about their gender. It's a formula for abuse. But who am I to judge?

The folks who came up with the cockamamie idea apparently didn't go to the same high school I attended where there were guys, although not at all confused about their own gender, who would have jumped at the opportunity to cavort with their female classmates in all their natural glory just by declaring they “felt like a female” today.


How do you feel about your daughter or granddaughter sharing the toilet and/or showering with the guys? I remember the shower room in my high school gymnasium which shared a common wall with the girl's but with completely separate entrances carefully guarded by the women's physical education teacher. There were at least a half-dozen peep holes started through the adjourning wall but no one was ever successful in boring all the way through the twelve-inch concrete wall. School administrators knew exactly what they were doing in that day.

I don't suppose seeing a naked girl is as rare today as it was when America was sane. There are a whole host of websites and real-life opportunities easily accessible in today's “modern” world. The closest my contemporaries ever got to seeing naked pictures was a quick clandestine peek at the downtown newsstand of the nudist magazine, “Sunshine and Health.” My, how times have changed.

My first encounter with such a notion of sharing the toilet was in France many years ago. My wife and I were enjoying dinner in a restaurant overlooking the Mediterranean when I had a nudge from nature. I asked directions to the Men's Room and was directed toward a line of both men and women standing outside the door of a single facility. It was a completely new experience for me but at least we went in separately and not with each other. What do you talk about in mixed company with your fellow queue neighbors while waiting to use the same toilet?

Later, on that same trip, I walked into a real men's room at another location only to be greeted by a female attendant handing out towels to the men-folk whenever we completed our task at hand – figuratively speaking of course. Both experiences were uncomfortable for this Southern good ole boy.

I suppose it was inevitable that we eventually adopt a Continental approach to gender in America but I think we have gone much too far. Although many universities have long provided unisex dormitories, some institutions of higher learning are toying with the idea of opposite-sex roommates. (Where do transsexuals fit in?) What mysteries in life are left whenever both sexes mingle freely — even in the bathrooms?

When I was in college and the US Army, I was uncomfortable enough sharing showers and commodes lined up in un-partitioned rows with other males. I don't think I could have handled sitting down beside females. I am certain they would have felt equally uncomfortable. How do they handle this in our modern armed services?


Shortly after we were married, my wife and I had some good friends who were building a new home and the rumor was that they had side-by-side commodes. I didn't believe it until we were taken on a new-house tour. And there they were — two thrones sitting cozily next to each other in all their splendor. My wife and I decided that was much too much togetherness and when we built our homes, we opted for totally separate (but equal) bathrooms.

The women's movement long ago promoted the idea that men should be more like women but when males morphed, the women didn't like it. You can't win, guys. Perhaps shared toilets will solve the problem

On the other hand, if you are inclined toward mixed-sex toilets and showers, then you need to move to California.

John Brock is a retired college professor and, newspaper editor/publisher, who lives in Georgetown County. He can be reached by mail at this newspaper, or by Email at brock@johnbrock.com.

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