You’d think the genre is restricted, but no, like a stained glass window, the possibilities tessellate. So why not fight it out in there, too? Ashes to ashes, bust to bust. Often marble-y, with different kinds of founts, for holy water or regular water – you get doused all the same, ritualized cleansings occur. But I want to see it – how are people going to have an altercation in a small space? No room for error, it’s just you and some fists and a lot of tile. The amount of porcelain alone is a threat to anyone’s well being, and no one wants an Elvis-esque death in such proximity to a toilet. When you fight in the bathroom, there is so much at stake. The first rule of Bathroom Fight Club is that I get to talk about it.