On the door of one of the ladies' restrooms in Moffitt Library, scrawled in pencil:
Real Women don't hover.

and next to that, in darker pencil:
Maybe YOU don't.

Below it, in blue ink:
Real Women don't use paper.

And me, in my head, contemplating rummaging through my bad for a pencil:
Real Women don't write things that no one cares about on the walls of bathroom stalls. Or provide retorts to the comments of others.

after a short pause...

Oh.

Ain't inherent irony a bitch?