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The wonderful Clint Taylor article “Boola Loo Blues” reminded me of my own Ivy bathroom experience.
The co-ed bathroom issue came up when I started my freshman year at Princeton in the fall of 1972. We lived in a dorm (the Princeton Inn Addition) that had a hallway with 5 double rooms and a single room for a Resident Advisor. One female student never matriculated, so we ended up with 7 men and 3 women living on the hallway. There were two bathrooms in the hallway, each with two toilets, two sinks, and one shower.
The first day we were there, the men (well, boys, really) immediately insisted that since the division of the sexes was so unbalanced, the bathrooms should be unisex. The girls didn’t really have an opposing argument, so that was how we agreed it would be.p>The agreement lasted precisely one hour, which was how long it took for one of the boys to walk in on another boy’s mother. Within minutes, “Men” and “Women” signs went up on the bathroom doors without a word, and remained there for the rest of the year. br> — Charlene Cosman br> Northport, New York /p>
Thanks for the great article. When I went to school there was no such thing as co-ed bathrooms. Over the years I had vaguely heard about it, but it wasn’t until I read I Am Charlotte Simmons—and did the attendant, minor amount of research—that I realized it was so ubiquitous.p>How sad. As a college freshman I had enough of a problem going to the bathroom when there were other guys