This is the pee-pee that started it all:
I was walking to the subway from work one day when I saw this spot on the side of the National Museum of the American Indian, and I immediately pictured some bum feeling so proud of himself for whipping it out in the middle of rush hour and peeing all over poor Cass Gilbert’s illustrious name.
I don’t know why I thought, “Obviously I have to take a picture of this for my blog,” but I did, and my boyfriend later convinced me to make an entirely new blog for it. And also to call it Is It Pee-Pee? instead of Is It Urine?, because urine sounds too classy.
The funny thing is that weeks later, that stain is still there, so it’s obviously not pee-pee. And yet.