I’ve started doing yoga again with the Fraulein. If you don’t remember the pain of my previous bout of yoga with her, you can read about it here.

Previously, I went in the evening classes at this very trendy place in an overpriced neighborhood. Now, I’m going to the day class, which is still wonderful (and painful) but meets in a slightly dodgy strip mall in South Austin wedged between a vintage clothing store and a holistic medicine shop. It’s very yoga and very Austin.

The place used to be a storefront of some kind. Now, the bathrooms are unisex, but one was once obviously a women’s room and the other was obviously once the men’s room. In the room that was once the woman’s room there’s a sign on the wall. It starts with an apology for the age and vagaries of the plumbing. It goes on to list the things that can and can not be flushed due to the plumbing. It mentions the ways to best respect the Feng Shui of the room. It suggests things you might do to be respectful of future users of the bathroom.

In the bathroom that was previously a men’s room, there’s a sign that simply reads: Flush thoroughly.

I could elaborate and talk about how this illustrates the innate differences between men and women. But I think I’m just going to leave it there.