Today it's North Carolina - tomorrow who will step in it?

I’ve never given much consideration to which bathroom to use. I look for the picture of the lady outside the bathroom door before entering. Usually, my biggest concern is whether the facilities are clean or if I have toilet paper stuck to my shoe upon exiting. But since the city of Charlotte’s movement on bathroom use led to the legislature’s response regarding bathroom use, I’ve been forced to give the matter more thought.

My beloved home state of North Carolina has become the proverbial turd in the punch bowl and is being punished and reviled over its bathroom issues. Businesses are threatening to take their money and go elsewhere. “Journalist” Shaun King is refusing to travel to the Tar Heel State. (Though flushing him out of the state could be viewed as a silver lining.) Hollywood director Rob Reiner, whom from the looks of him can probably send a crowd running from the bathroom, New York Governor Cuomo, and the mayor of San Francisco is boycotting the entire state because of the controversy.  This is some serious doo-doo.

The NBA was fine with the restroom rules when it chose Charlotte for the All-Star Game, but now feels compelled to re-think the decision. Okay, fair enough.  Let us know when the NBA is ready to allow women to play in the league.  If they’re threatening to take their ball and leave to prove they’re anti-discrimination cred, well then, the NBA should put its money where its mouth is – quit discriminating and let women play. NoH8!

We have a conundrum. One side says it is bigotry to insist biological females use the ladies room and biological males use the men’s room. The other says it’s protecting an expected right to privacy and keeping bad people from using the law to gain access and prey on women.

And then there’s those caught in the middle. Those who simply want a clean restroom with no line, plenty of paper, and a latch on the door that works. Is it really the business of government at any level to dictate or legislate on this matter? Here’s a radical idea, why not let business owners decide what works best.  If a business has a one-seater, so be it.  Wait your turn. If a business wants to have a mixed-gender restroom, that’s their prerogative. Customers can make up their own minds about whether or not they’re comfortable using such facilities. And if you’re at a Chipotle, it’s every man, woman or child for themselves.

Nobody’s denying anybody service and nobody is saying you can’t take a leak – quit calling it hate. Do we really need the government involved in quite literally one of the most basal aspects of daily life? Must our potty-time become government purview?

Though the thought of such a controversy would have seemed impossible a mere 10 years ago, here we are. In this brave new era, each day brings yet another outrage to take to Twitter and cry foul over. When each day we hear the cacophony of accusatory cries of hate speech, bigotry, homophobia, and racism. When each day someone else’s perceived rights trample our individual rights. When in order to celebrate diversity we’re forced to submit, comply, and conform; the solace of being able to shut oneself away from the world for a moment’s peace in the loo has been stripped away as well.

Today it’s an “I hate North Carolina” boycott. Yesterday it was a “Georgia is trying to pass a bigoted law” protest. Perhaps Arizona can start a support group for states who’ve found themselves in the cross-hairs of the self-righteous, sanctimonious, pitch-forked, outraged citizenry of the enlightened.

Who knows where tomorrow’s social justice transgression will be? For there will be another and more offensive outrage because that’s whom so many of us have become – The Outraged.  The more we insert government into every aspect of our lives, the angrier people become, and the more determined they are to impose upon others their idea of what’s right and wrong.

Today, we’re arguing over using bathrooms. If we keep sliding left, electing and promoting socialism, tomorrow we’ll be fighting for toilet paper. Literally.