The music festival was in full swing, a throbbing bass line shaking the ground. For Lena, the night was perfect, until the inevitable call of nature and the sight of a snaking queue for the women's toilets. Frustration mounted as minutes ticked by, the line barely moving. Then she saw it: the much shorter queue for the "All-Gender Urinals" next to the main block. The sign, a recent addition this year, pointed to a separate, open-air structure. She hesitated, the traditional etiquette ingrained in her. But after fifteen minutes in the other queue, the novelty of the "PEEQUAL" urinals advertised earlier suddenly became appealing. Taking a deep breath, she walked over. The structure was made of bright, ocean-recovered plastic, designed to be used in a semi-squat position, private yet efficient. There were a couple of other women, and a man at the far end, all minding their own business. The air was filled with a mixture of curiosity and the collective relief of avoiding the main queue's fate. Inside one of the doorless stalls, Lena found the ergonomic, boat-shaped design surprisingly intuitive. It wasn't about standing up in a traditional sense, but a quick, touch-free experience that allowed her clothes to be adjusted at the front, maximizing speed and hygiene. It was different, but it worked. Within less than a minute, she was done, washed her hands at a communal sink, and was back in the crowd, feeling a strange mix of relief and feminist triumph. It wasn't the traditional See more