On a recent car trip through the British countryside, we stopped at one of the most well-appointed rest areas I’d ever seen: two restaurants, a video game parlor, a gift shop combo market, a post office, and the most appreciated feature, a dozen ladies’ “facilities.” On the inside door of each cubicle, there was a poster. It was a line drawing of a woman with her knees held together but her ankles flung far out to each side. Her hands, one over the other, were just about at her (pardon me) crotch level. The illustration’s message was clear: She really …