Fluorescent lights, dirty mirror, tampon clogged toilet. A universal haven. Sisterhood in the stalls. These bathroom-break meadow reports are a ritual. A safe place to discuss gossip, tarot readings, shitty boyfriends, and that weird tension you have with your Mom. A reclamation of victimhood that’ll make you say “Good for Her”.

Sometimes plays don’t pass the Bechdel test and that’s OK!