I remember the brown paper over the mirrors. Remember it at Yankee Stadium and Fenway Park... I think in Toronto too, one year. I always carried a small mirror with me, so I felt I'd outsmarted the bathroom police. Who would want to stay in those awful restrooms to begin with? Just like the org. to try to make you feel guilty about the most normal things.
In 1976 at the district convention in Providence, Rhode Island, (which was shortly after the birth of my daughter) they set up a kind of tent for nursing mothers. It was a new idea then, and I was really happy not to have to use the bathroom to nurse her. There we all sat, nursing our babies, in various stages of undress. (Being all women, no one tried to cover up) One brother walked in, and my jw sensibilities were shocked. I had just finished nursing and I was covered, but I looked around and no one else was. I told him he would have to leave. He was outraged, and said that his wife was in there. I said that didn't men he could come in. He was not entitled to see us all in that state. We were in the nursing room for privacy, and if we didn't need privacy, we could all nurse from our seats. He still wouldn't move, and told me not to get so uptight. I told him that if my husband went in the men's room, it didn't mean I could go in to get him. He had such a smirk on his face. I left the room and went to the sign dept. I knew the brother in charge. My mother had brought him in to the "truth". I explained the situation, and he made a sign and put it up that said 'Women only" That brother tried to enter later, but I pointed to the sign and would not allow him to enter. Told him I would be happy to find an elder for him to explain himself to.
I'm really not prudish, but I felt violated by that guy. I really don' t think his wife was in there at all...he just wanted an excuse to look. This whole bathroom thread brought up some memories.
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