Public Urination is So Not Cool
So far this weekend, I've witnessed THREE incidents of men urinating in front of me. What the fuck, Manhattan?
- On Bowery, on the way home from the Bowery Ballroom, Saturday night, around 12:45am, nicely, dressed buff black guy, peeing into the gutter. Facing traffic, with his back to pedestrians on a busy block, as the ten or so people around pretended to look away. He was dressed in all black and looked like he was going clubbing.
- Random Hispanic guy, in his 30s, average built, facing a corner of a building on a deserted side street, around 9pm Saturday night. He was about to unzip but heard me and Beta coming down the block and put his hands in his pockets, and pretended not to be doing anything. At least he was polite about it, I guess.
- Just now, 4:30pm, walked up behind some middle-aged skinny Asian guy zipping up his fly and redoing his belt. He'd presumably just finished urinating onto the grating outside a shuttered restaurant. In the middle of the afternoon! Broad daylight! There was another woman coming the other way?
I thought only hoboes could get away with this type of shit, but all three guys were dressed nicely and seemed like normal human beings.
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I think that this might be the first instance of the "public urination" tag being used. Kudos, Kathryn!
Now, it isn't as if we don't know what folks are urinating in public (after all, that odor must be coming from somewhere), but to experience this thrice in one weekend. ^Again, kudos, Kathryn!^
Is there an effort on the part of the City to install public toilets? I seem to recall a half-hearted effort several years back to do such a thing, but I don't know whether money ran short or folks became concerned that the toilets could be used for bombs, OMG.
A few months ago they were reviewing a proposal to add a grand total of 20 new public toilets. But, you're right, the city doesn't want people to pee. Of course, entreprenuers have tried to solve the problem by publishing a book called Where To Go that lists 450 alternatives to public urination.
There's even a song entitled, "There ain't no place to pee on Mardi Gras Day" Talk about a challenge. All that booze going in and no where for it to come out.
one of the english-language dailies in hong kong published a giant section about the best places to pee in the s.a.r. while we were there (am embarassed to say it came in helpful). more amusing was the page they dedicated to the worst places to pee, including pictures. gross!
Selva, do you mean places, as like shops and restaurants that don't mind you being there, do you mean places as in alleyways and hidden corners?
the first. though i'd love to see the latter! they ranked everything from the quality and location to aesthetics. the zagat guide to restrooms.
Ah, see, we have entire books dedicated to that pursuit for New York City. I wonder if any other cities have similar guidebooks.
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