So the shower in our bathroom has a huge window in it. This is great for many reasons, including that 1) we can get a cross breeze in the apartment, which is incredibly helpful when cooking and trying not to set off the stupid and super sensitive fire alarm, and 2) we get tons of natural light in the bathroom.
But when showering in there, some have said they felt a little exposed.
HC moved into this apartment about a month before I did. I had to finish up a few things in NYC before joining him down here. Well, that and the fact that I was devastated about leaving NYC and was trying to delay the inevitable as long as humanly possible.
Anyway, HC kept telling me that he felt exposed in the bathroom. I just figured he was being a big baby. Which, really, isn’t usually too far from the truth.
Then I showed up in DC with all of our stuff. Yeah, for reasons that I still don’t understand, I was in charge of the move. I don’t know what I would have done if my mother didn’t agree to help me pack and unpack. I mean, packing and unpacking your crap is not the sort of thing you can ask just anyone to help you with. You sorta have to feel comfortable enough with person to invite them into your mayhem.
Anyway, after a brutal day of unpacking and dealing with conversations with my mother like this one:
Mom: [Full name], you’re starting to look old.
Me (unshowered, in dirty jeans and t-shirt, surrounded by boxes and sweating profusely): What?!
Mom: Would it kill you to put some make up on?
Me: Wait, are you actually saying this to me?
Mom: Maybe if you did something with your hair…
Me: Wow, you are actually saying this to me right now.
Mom: Maybe you should get that Japanese straightening process done.
Me: Jesus, Ma. Enough.
Mom: What? I’ll even pay for it. Better – you’re father will pay.
Me: While I know this may shock you, I get a lot of compliments on my hair.
Mom: Yeah, right. They were just being nice. But I’m your mother; I tell you the truth.
Me: [Stunned silence.]
Mom: Have you put some weight on?
Me: Okay, that’s it! Be happy that I haven’t unpacked the knives yet.
Mom: I’m not trying to upset you.
Me: No, you’re trying to make me fucking crazy. Well done!
I decided to shower. That’s when I understood what HC’s problem was. The window in the bathroom is larger that you would think. Like a full size window. And it comes down lower than you would think. Like to the middle of my abdomen. But since we’re on the top floor of our building and there’s quite a distance between our building and the next one, it just doesn’t seem all that problematic to me. And with the super hot showers I’m prone to take, that window fogs up pretty quickly. One person shares my view:
- G-chat earlier today with AEF:
AEF: I think it’s funny that they all feel exposed though. I like your window. it’s very bright
me: you didn’t feel exposed?
AEF: I rarely feel exposed. your apt is too high up for me to feel exposed. I mean someone would really have to be trying very hard to spot me in that window. I mean REALLY looking with a telescope or binoculars
But not everyone agrees with AEF and me.
- Email from earlier today with GT:
Me: hey – do you remember the window situation in my shower?
GT: The situation is that you have an uncovered window in your shower!! Naturally, it rattles me every time I have to take a shower.
- Blackberry messenger response from SC was short and to the point: “Fear.” Then SC called this afternoon to remind me that she got in the shower, noticed the gigantic window, got out of the shower, turned off the lights, then get back into the shower. Not sure turning the lights off made any difference, but SC said she felt less exposed.
- DK, while here last weekend: “That shower… I feel so exposed. Should I worry that there are naked pictures of me on the Internet?
Geez! Who knew I had all these prude-ish friends.