Why don’t people want to talk about diarrhea?
No one ever has diarrhea, you know? I mean, people have “stomach problems,” but never just the shits.
I know that it’s gross and smelly and sometimes painful and embarrassing. But, so was childbirth and every vagina-owner who has ever pushed a baby into the world wants to tell you the details: vomiting, water breaking, perineal tearing, stretch marks, back labor…you name it, baby mamas wanna share it with you.
These same moms have been peed on, kicked, farted on, have strained peas thrown into their hair, and have cleaned up more bodily fluids (and not-so-fluids) than any HazMat worker will in a week. But, still no one ever wants to admit to ever having the squirts.
I have seen some of my friends get blind-drunk and vomit all over themselves. But, none of those people EVER had the green-apple-quick-step. Supposedly.
Now, I am not necessarily proposing that we all come out of the shart closet and start sharing the details of these unpleasant experiences. In real life, I am actually fairly modest and truly value my privacy. There is a reason why I don’t share my real name when I blog.
But, I just find it really amusing that the only thing that is truly off limits in conversation (even among your better friends) is diarrhea. Religion, politics, abortion, capital punishment, our diseases, our surgeries and our mental health issues are all far less taboo than this thing that occasionally happens to every human on the planet. I mean, all kinds of yahoos want to espouse their so-called knowledge on the education/justice/healthcare/political/environmental/immigration systems in this country, but no one really wants to talk about something they actually KNOW.