The school im working on my masters at was an all-women's college for about 160 years. There are some strange remnants of what might be called mid-century feminism, for instance:
And this user-friendly sign beside it on the stall door:
(Tried to flip the picture, no luck)
If there's a place for nostalgia in institutions of higher learning, i agree that it should be a bathroom stall!
That's not really true, i have an unfounded and self-harming love of the academia of the past, which may or may not have ever existed. You know, tweed jackets, intellectual discussions, books, staying up late writing your thesis, tea at your professors house, his wife not being home, that mildewy library smell, leaves falling . . . . At least we still have the last two! And instructions on how to pee in this bizarre relic.
Heres me in the bathroom in a scholarly outfit:
How dare you! Im not procrastinating on my powerpoint project! Im working on it right now! Sheesh!
Tootaloo for now,
-Amanda