Is the Mason Hall bathroom a blog? Women, have you ever been in that bathroom? Read what’s on the stalls? The war against the janitors is ongoing, FYI because according to a Sharpie named Mary, “The paint can’t stop us”. In all seriousness though, people really pour their hearts on to the smelly walls until they are repainted at least twice a year. Confessions of eating disorders, forced sexual encounters, and feelings of self-hatred are marked among sharpie hearts and people writing “believe in yourself” and “I love (insert man here)”. This sharing of, in some cases, very private information in a somewhat public place made me think of blogging. We share thoughts, often unprompted responses to anything we see, just as I am doing now and the women do in the stalls. Some of the restroom confessions are shocking, and most all anonymous, yet all are for a very specific audience. I think that is the most interesting part. The women writing to no one are really writing to exactly who they want to hear from. First the gender is narrowed down (female) unless men have the same type of graffiti, I don’t know. Then there is the fact that it is not just on a sink or by a mirror, but in a stall with a forced audience. They basically coerce others into reading their confessions. The audiences are captivated without necessarily wanting to be. So really, bathroom stalls are better. People have to read what you say.