While I believe there's a time and place to practice discretion, I don't have any qualms about talking about the bathroom, or letting you know I'm going to use it. I might even tell you which number. And I don't understand why so many people can't handle any form of discussion connected to the most basic reality that everyone poops.
On a related note, in order to feel really intimate with someone, we're going to have to be able to fart in front of each other. If you can't eventually fart freely around me, we're probably not going to be super close, but we can still be friends.
4 comments:
1) that was random
2) working at an all boys school...poop is only the beginning of the discussion...
The irony in reading this post is the fact that I gave the book
The Gas We Pass
to your sis-on-law a billion years ago...and she was part of the reason we became friends.
Ah, yes... but pooping in front of a friend. That's the TRUE test of intimacy :D
My mother tried to raise me to be a lady and be "discrete". Any semblance of discretion went out the window when I raised 4 boys. Let er rip!
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