"Despite urban interventions like "decorum" and "sex appeal", we have strived -- as a species -- to somehow incorporate defecation in our daily lives."
-Could it be, rather, that we strive to construct our daily lives around defecation? after all, poop is simply a fact of life, no "striving for incorporation" is necessary: A strong cup of coffee in the morning, a bran muffin, or the newspaper or crossword puzzle we bring into the stall in the afternoon, or consuming that new yogurt that makes you poop. Are these not some of the foods that we would not otherwise consume, or the activities that would not otherwise make-up our daily ritual, if we did not defecate at all?
"All these sneaky attempt to defecate are a testimony to our value as the dominant species on the planet as well as to the excremental nature of the ideologies we live by."
-Perhaps if we were less "sneaky" about defecating, and TRULY shameless shitters, our ideologies would be even more excremental. Think of farm animals, or the rabbits in the yard at dusk: They poop WHILE they are eating. consumption and expulsion, inextricably intertwined into one marvelous gastric ballet. Mother nature has endowed these shameless creatures' physiology with efficient bowels and powerful, exterior sphincters which eliminate the need even for toilet paper. They have no need for excremental ideologies, they are beyond them. They have no need to anticipate and plan for their next bowel-movement, for it is as unremarkable and near to them as their next breath.
"That place became like a second home to me after that, and I could stare my ex's father right in the eye and shake his hand like a man without so much as a tremor."
-Fascinating point about shitting in a particular place, thereby owning it. Marking ones territory, in a sense. I can understand your new-found confidence with your girlfriends father; You have shat where he has shat. You are equals. I have long believed that a guest isn't REALLY a guest in my home until that person has used my toilet.
Deja Poo, thanks for the positive reinforcement. In answer to your query, No, this story wasn't based on any existing myth, though, as someone of scandinavian descent myself, I have read and enjoyed most of the old nordic myths. Your question sparked thoughts of writing some poop-myths involving "Odin with the One Eye" (and you know which eye I'm talking about). I'm not sure about the german porn thing, but I'll take your word for it.
PoopDolly- It was nice to get some comments from someone who seems to actually know about the feminist movement. I admittedly don't, I'm just a guy who grooves on strong, independent, self-actualized women, and I thought that writing a long, mildly creepy story about one such woman involving feces and treating it with unflinching seriousness would be funny. Your comment: To reduce a woman to her most basic (although admittedly most humorous) of functions IS undoubtedly to miss the entire point of the feminist struggle!!-Naturally, I do not intend that women be reduced to their poop-habits, but this IS a website about defecation and it's lore, and I felt that it would be interesting to explore feminism within the parameters of the world of Poopreport.com.
After I submitted this entry, Dave warned me that this post would no doubt be received poorly by many readers, and I had no delusions about that. In response to a few comments left above, in spite of the "fetishy" language, the story was deliberately kept non-sexual, as I find the combination of sex and pooping distasteful, and the purpose of this post was certainly not to be titillating. Insofar as pooping being "JUST a bodily function", certainly that is true, but it is also much more. Until conventional wisdom acknowledges that women can feel as proud of their leavings as men, TRUE equality remains elusive. Eoz's above comment sums-up a common, sexist attitude perfectly: "Frankly, when I'm fooling around with a girl, I'm quite sure that I DON'T want to think of her squatting over the floor trying to out-shit some greasy naked guy." In other words, women are expected NOT to have gruesome bowel-habits primarily because society deems this to interfere with a woman's value as a sex-object.
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Great essay, and welcome, I'm new also.
"Despite urban interventions like "decorum" and "sex appeal", we have strived -- as a species -- to somehow incorporate defecation in our daily lives."
-Could it be, rather, that we strive to construct our daily lives around defecation? after all, poop is simply a fact of life, no "striving for incorporation" is necessary: A strong cup of coffee in the morning, a bran muffin, or the newspaper or crossword puzzle we bring into the stall in the afternoon, or consuming that new yogurt that makes you poop. Are these not some of the foods that we would not otherwise consume, or the activities that would not otherwise make-up our daily ritual, if we did not defecate at all?
"All these sneaky attempt to defecate are a testimony to our value as the dominant species on the planet as well as to the excremental nature of the ideologies we live by."
-Perhaps if we were less "sneaky" about defecating, and TRULY shameless shitters, our ideologies would be even more excremental. Think of farm animals, or the rabbits in the yard at dusk: They poop WHILE they are eating. consumption and expulsion, inextricably intertwined into one marvelous gastric ballet. Mother nature has endowed these shameless creatures' physiology with efficient bowels and powerful, exterior sphincters which eliminate the need even for toilet paper. They have no need for excremental ideologies, they are beyond them. They have no need to anticipate and plan for their next bowel-movement, for it is as unremarkable and near to them as their next breath.
"That place became like a second home to me after that, and I could stare my ex's father right in the eye and shake his hand like a man without so much as a tremor."
-Fascinating point about shitting in a particular place, thereby owning it. Marking ones territory, in a sense. I can understand your new-found confidence with your girlfriends father; You have shat where he has shat. You are equals. I have long believed that a guest isn't REALLY a guest in my home until that person has used my toilet.