The act of pooing is so shameful and heinous that it should never come up in conversation – even with one’s doctor. I am so appalled by the topic, that if a woman were to dare mention it in front of me, she would immediately be disregarded as a suitable sexual partner without further deliberation.
I did, however, find myself entering an almost meditative state this morning when my bowels turned on me. Trapped in a moving vehicle, I had no choice but to channel a monk-like level of concentration in an attempt to alleviate the cannonade of cramps that come upon me.