^^ The bathroom works too. At the reception, I’d escape in there to get out of dancing with two guys who hounded me for years. (My charm was: I was the only single woman in my church for many years. Oy vey!) They probably thought I had a bladder or intestinal problem, but they didn’t seem to mind too much. They were walking boners, especially one of them. He got a boner when I got stuck dancing with him once.
Weddings are inextricably linked with misogyny, boners, and bathrooms in my mind.
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