It is intimate, raw and raunchy. It makes you moan and groan. It takes your breath away and has your toes stretch to the farthest corners of space and time. After its climax, relief settles into your body as a sense of relaxation spreads throughout your muscles.
What wonderfully dynamic effects pooping has on us, yet we push poop and defecation discourse into the stigmatized space of taboo.
This, I argue, can be detrimental, in that poop stigma can reinforce some harmful norms and prevent some beneficial activism.
An example of this phenomenon: My friend recently said her long-term boyfriend gets awkward when she alludes to the fact that she poops. He gets upset, she says, when she talks about her bowel movements. She still doesn’t feel comfortable farting around him, even though he frequently farts around her, and his friends often joke about poops and toots within their bro gang.
It is not hard to discern why certain gender norms stem from pooping. Women and poop are supposed to be strangers to maintain an ideal of feminine perfection. We even segregate our bathrooms so men and women can avoid discovering how different bodies actually work.