"If it's yellow, let it mellow; if it's brown, flush it down." (Ed Koch, NYC Mayor)
Both at work and also in my studies at Teachers College, and other places, I have never had an office. I improvise. My office has often been a stall in the men's room. Of course I "relieve myself" there. But I spend a lot more time than that, while sitting on the toilet: reading aka studying. This, of course, requires privacy, but I do not voluntarily use the men's room where there is no personal privacy, because I do not believe in the hypocrisy of same-gender exposure of genitals where homosexuality is not considered natural. For that and other reasons, my office needs to have a door (above).
Professor Martin Heidegger wrote about "Being-in-the-world". I have reflected on: Being-on-the-toilet. Practical metaphysics. The Bible says we should let our light so shine before men that they may see our good works (Matt 5:16). Diogenes of Sinope acted on that premise in satisfying an instinctual urge. United States President Lyndon Baines Johnson conducted an interview with a New Yorker [female] magazine reporter, while he was sitting on the Oval Office toilet. There is honor in this world.
At Teachers College, my office was often on the 3rd Floor of Horace Mann building, where I would also think about the exposed building utility pipes and the high ceiling. In a certain job, I became much upset about how some of my mostly computer science degreed/
Ex libris guest powder room of home of a small-time grand dame: Uncle John's Bathroom Reader, Bathroom Readers' Institute, St. Martin's Griffin, Trade Paperback | $18.99 (also, of course, available used). And now (+2022.04.09) I read about a novel "The bathroom" (Jean-Philippe Toussaint) about a man so alienated from people that he lives in his bathroom. Too expensive for my anticipated cost-benefit ratio at over $40 when it should be an inexpensive paperback. But the idea still seems good to me. King Louis XIV lived in Versailles palace and I'm not sure he even had a bathroom.
I (BMcC[18-11-46-503]) am afraid of being trapped in a bathtub: too close to being dead for comfort; in the shower I'm still on my own two feet. When my mother bathed me as a small child in the bathtub, it was always a defensive struggle for me against my attacker. She apparently never thought, about bathing or doing anything else to me: "Is it really necessary to put this child through this?"
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