Not too long ago, a married couple walked into a Barcade for an evening of drinks and Ms. Pac Man. And Galaga. And Donkey Kong. And Centipede. And…well, you get the idea.
After a while, they tore themselves away from Defender for a bathroom break, agreeing to meet at the bar afterwards.
Minutes later, he approached her and said, “Oh my gosh, did you have a bunch of chalk writing on the walls in there???”
She did. Actually, she took pictures to share later because when you have a situation where women can write on walls with chalk, the results are usually fun and fascinating.
Some of the writing was supportive and complimentary.
Some of the writing provided helpful suggestions.
And some of the writing showed support via activist hashtags and famous mottos.
After showing him the pictures of the ladies’ room wall chalk graffiti she asked, “Cool, right? What did you see on the walls in the men’s room?”
He smiled and looked away.
“Mostly crude drawings of um, body parts.”
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, I guess.