Farts are funny. (I agree with Zeitgeisty's post on that at least)
On some basic instinctive level that is. Just let one go in front of a couple 4 year olds and then sit back and watch then laugh hard for 5 minutes straight.
Arse farts, armpit farts, chair skidding across the floor farts, raspberries, loud car horns.
All uproariously funny.
Someone floats a biscuit in a 1st grade classroom and you practically have to take a fire hose to the children to stop them giggling.
But, aged around 7, the natural bi product of ones digestive system becomes part of the male domain.
Boy farts are funny in a cool way. Girl farts not so much.
One could take a feminist stance and declare that whatever's good for the goose is good for the gander and begin to let rip at every opportunity.
But is that really desirable?
I've a friend who has been married for 15 years and partnered to the same guy for over 20. They remain in love. Happily happily married even after 2 children. It's not just spin - the looks that these two exchange could make even the most cynical amongst you cry. They still romance each other, still go on dates and "as far as he is concerned, I don't shit".
I can categorically state to every man I have dated and will date that I have no interest whatsoever in your bowels. None.
If you are sick and I love you, then I will take care of you, but spare me the details.
Once someone starts telling me about their digestive system, I have no desire whatsoever to have sex with them.
I fully understand that in some respects, this is a shared intimacy and a mark of one's comfort level, but it is surely not the only way to express that?
Exchanging deepest fears or extravagant hopes is much more of a meaningful exchange than inhaling your lovers methane.
Getting sick and throwing up and having someone hold back your hair can kinda be weirdly sexy. Maybe that one is sexy because your man, or woman, didn't dip out at the first sign of trouble. A keeper is the one that literally is there in sickness and in health.
Maybe a relationship can be too comfortable? If there are no holds barred as far as decorum goes, doesn't it start to feel like room mates rather than lovers? Even a few years down the line, isn't it possible to maintain a little air of mystery?
There are moments in a long term relationship where your comfort levels are taken to whole new heights - like childbirth for example. Where you can be in front of your partner, leaking from every orifice and really not care what you look like or smell like. I can't even describe that level of intimacy - it's a strange mix of incredible vulnerability wrapped up with incredible strength. After that kind of experience, why ever keep anything to yourself? Why not take a crap whilst he's in the shower? You've been through more than that together haven't you?
Why not? Because it's just not sexy. I will go to my grave in lingerie not granny pants and will keep my bowel shenanigans to myself.
In short, intimacy is sexy. Farts are not.
(Well, unless you hang out with 4 and 6 year olds that is)
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