About Me

Welcome to Review Yo' Ass. I have taken the title from the Parks and Rec phrase “Treat Yo' Self”, and I am Treating Myself by Reviewing Yo' Ass. Simply put, it has been a worrying time seeing America re-elect a clown (I am trying to be charitable here) and his cabal, especially with the impact on women. In times of worry it is recommended to journal thoughts to get them out, or to write letters to people that are annoying you and never send them. So, with a Myles Barlow-esque nod this is my way of dealing with my angst at the state of America right now: by Reviewing Yo' Ass and posting it here. Reviews are out of 5 stars.

Wednesday, 15 January 2025

Giving a shit.

I was in a cafe and needed the bathroom. The line was a few people long, but there were two uni-sex bathrooms so I figured the queue would move quite fast as everyone is just doing a quick pee to let the coffee out. The queue moved super slowly, and looking at the bathroom doors one of them was remaining permanently closed. A patron in front of me tried the door handle just in case, but you could hear noise inside - the ominous sound of toilet roll being pulled off the dispenser again and again. It was then that you could see the line of people think "let that not open up for my turn!" Unfortunately it opened up for me. The woman who came out was quite petite and she at least had the humility to not look me in the eye. I mention the "quite petite" stature as inside the smell was overpowering, and the toilet seat was hot to sit on - not electronically heated by some magic toilet seat heater, but by extensive body contact. And not just warm, but hot. One of the hottest toilet seats I've ever had the misfortune to sit on. Why use a cafe bathroom to have a twenty minute poop? You know there will be someone coming after you, and you know you're going to have to sit in the same cafe and know they know it was you. Like I know we all poop, and I'm quite comfortable with talking about it, I mean I've changed my children's diapers and dealt with poop in all sorts of situations. But why in a cafe bathroom? That's my question, why take a twenty minute dump in a cafe bathroom? It's not like you are on a long haul flight where there really are absolutely no other options, and where you at least have the comfort of knowing the vortex of the airplane toilet flush sucks everything down with it. 

Not wanting to be in the hot seat: 1 star.