Girl Power?

It's Women's Conference.  Ugggghhhhhhh.

For those of you who don't know what that is, I'll break it down.

Women's Conference is when a flood of females (the majority being middle-aged) flock to BYU campus and geek out for two days while listening to speakers, going to classes, bogging up traffic, and ignoring the red hand on the crosswalk signs.  They leave with a new found sense of pride in the fact that they have vaginas...or two X chromosomes...or maybe just a duplicate copy of a DAX1 gene..or some other way of identifying as cis-females.  That's all I really know.  I've never actually been to it, so admittedly I'm not an expert.

I had a moment of true embarrassment for my gender when I was walking through a sports building and there was a sign taped to the wall that said: "Women's Conference: This is a men's locker room.  This is NOT a bathroom" right next to the "Men's Locker Room" sign by the door.

Seriously?  They need a sign telling them an entrance is leading to a men's locker room literally next to the men's locker room sign.

How many times did this mix-up occur that it warranted this redundant sign?

I don't really want to know.