I was talking to one of my guy friends last week, and he immediately snapped to attention and said that he had something hilarious to share with me. Little did I know, but I was in for quite a shock: an online tutorial video about how to master the art of public urination.
Naturally my curiosity got the better of me and I watched the video. The tutorial is not for public consumption (no pun intended), but it can be enjoyed by the strong of heart. While the video is quite humorous at parts, it suddenly struck me that the bloke in the video is neither joking nor taking the situation tongue-in-cheek. The man is totally serious. Now I am obviously aware that men are vastly different from women, and having grown up with two big brothers I quite often feel that I have a better understanding for the male species; but at this precise moment it hit me right between the eyes (again, no pun intended). There are just some things that I would never do in a million years, and yet most of my (polled) male friends admitted to having done these things more than once:
- sleep with someone that they’re ashamed to admit to having slept with,
- grab/adjust their junk without regard for time or place, and,
- urinate in public.
While I sit and write my little blog about work and fashion and being a thirtysomething, I’ve never considered myself a girly-girl or a shrinking violet. On the contrary - my favorite exercise is boxing, I cuss like a sailor and can drink most men under the table. It is this precise hybrid of masculine/feminine attributes (that many women undoubtedly share with me) that had me wooed into a false sense of equilibrium with my male counterparts. So perhaps this is just what the doctor ordered: a wake-up call to jolt me back to realizing that, no matter how evolved, testosterone can still fuel men to do the craziest sh*t.
Okay, okay, I know you wanna watch it: http://matadornetwork.com/nights/aw-piss-public-urination-at-its-finest-a-mens-guide/
Happy, uh, weeing.