So we’re at the theatre and we automatically cue up for the ladies, patiently waiting our turn while the intermission clock ticks down. An older woman, who’s just finished reapplying a garish slash of orange lipstick, looks at all of us neatly lined up and says “what’s the matter with you?  There’s a tonne of stalls and they’re all empty!” We, being polite Canadian women, didn’t acknowledge the crazy woman yelling at us. Which makes me wonder: a) how did we become so well conditioned and b) why on earth can we do that, yet still not wipe the seat? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve proudly taught my daughter “The Hover”.  Personal trainer, and mom of 2 girls, Samantha Montpetit-Huynh says “The Hover” is in fact excellent for strengthening the quads. But how delusional are we?  Do we really think a cleaning fairy will magically come and purell the stall before the next woman in line? It’s like when the bairn were in diapers and I’d go to pull down the change station and silently (or not so silently) curse all the mothers who’d used it before me. I don’t have much of a case with insisting my son keep the seat down when the rest of my gender are so filthy.  Last time we were at the loo in our neighbourhood hot beverage emporium, Baby Boy said “Mom, this is gross.” “I know honey, just aim, close your eyes and let ‘er rip…” It’s not like leaving your puppy’s droppings on the sidewalk, which is disgusting, full stop.  But at least dog owners are polite enough to bag it…