Flashing really is less bad than farts, amirite?
I don’t really know, never having been “flashed” except a couple of times when I was being enticed by women. Just tits though - and far be it from me to object or try to stifle such behavior, even though such exposure reduces or eliminates the appeal of the “flasher”.
But those farts (more accurately shit explosions) definitely delivered FAR more unpleasantness. Give me the flasher every time! Of course YMMV.
In fact - the reason I mentioned it, was that it made me consider going to one of the all-gender “private” changing rooms, especially since they’re rarely both in use.
Oh, and btw, women OR men who prefer privacy enough to walk an extra 25-30 feet, are welcome to do so.
The only cases of people ever kicked out for indecent exposure afaik, happened right in the main pool area and I never suffered the trauma of having to witness any of it. But I haven’t lived a TOTALLY sheltered existence:
Once I was walking the beach in Kalihiwai - a small cove on Kauai - and a couple of Haoles, the only other two people in the beach, were walking naively close to the shore break and got caught by a wave that was about time and a half overhead. I saw it happen and rushed down the beach ready to drag someone out unconscious. (That beach has killed a few people because of the sand shelf just a few feet off shore).
But they both came up, coughing and gagging. She was missing her top, and he was butt naked. They were both freaking out but managed to scramble to their towel setup. I almost drowned myself, laughing. But I am learning that my experience would have traumatized some people around here.
I only remember that she had a fine set, which she could barely contain in her hands as she struggled up the beach.
Haoles!