Some guy crawls into a portapotty and sits there, apparently hoping to get a prurient view of a woman’s hindquarters.

Huh? Dude, have you not heard of the internet?

Anyway, this is far from new. In Henry Spencer Ashbee’s (alleged) tome “My Secret Life” he talks of staring through a knothole in an outhouse to watch women doing their thing circa 1860. I always giggle when people talk about “Victorian sensibilities”; Victorian sensibilities apparently involved most people being closet perverts.

Hat tip: Ace of Spades.