One of those “dude, what the fuck?!?” moments when commen sence emplodes under a mess of politics.

Despite the fact thatless than fifty percent of enrolled students or faculty members are actually male, a handful of feminist students got their knickers all in a twist about the oppresively masculine atmosphere around my former university and demanded that they be provided with an on-campus “women’s only” room.

Naturally, I made the choice in utero to have a dominate Y-chromosome, so since birth I unfortunately have been burdened by the subconscious need to dominate other things in the universe (specifically girly women of the female gender), so I made a point of asking some of my female colleagues if campus was really an oppressive patriarchal boys club. The answer was typically some hissed synonym of “horseshit!”.
The general consensus was that any woman who felt incapable of functioning along side men in society didn’t need a special room with a picture on the door of a male chicken with a big red cross through it, but rather a long… hard… session… of _phychotherapy_.

Then, it got interesting.
Some guys got together and started lobbying to the student union that by the same logic used by the feminists, they too should be provided with a men’s only room, lest they become overwhelmed by all the rampant estrogens.
Everybody knew that they didn’t want it because they needed it. They wanted it because they were being complete bastards. They were only dong it just to piss off the feminists. It worked. And then they got their room.

So there it was. Two rooms on opposite sides of the student union complex. Each with a couch, a kettle, and a microwave oven all paid for by the university students asscociation, to whom I suggested that they might as well inform each party that they’ve closed down the other’s room, and moved their own to a new, third location. I would work too, because for all the politics & expence involved in setting them up, neither of the rooms ever gets used. Both the neo-facist feminists and the bastard males could co-habit the same space for months and never cross eachothers paths.

Still, it did present my friend and I with a unique social experiment. She went into the woman’s room and put up a poster of a naked male porn star, I went into the men’s space and raised a pin-up of a big breasted woman being spited-roasted by two big black dudes.
The naked guy got pulled down & trashed in less than an hour.
The spit roast lasted a couple of days, until a pissed off lesbian stormed in, tore it down, and shredded it.