My husband remarked to me that perhaps we are not like other couples in terms of some of the topics of our conversations. I pondered this fact, and concluded that he is probably right. I also wondered if this extended to how we behaved too.
In our house there is no modest giggle should a little gas escape. Oh no, it's a full on fart fest. And why shouldn't it be? My own mother claims never to have farted in front of my father. It would certainly explain her mood sometimes. She has, however, delivered four of his children.
Some of my friends express shock and outright horror at the propsect of even having a conversation about farting in front of their partner and are left gaping at the thought that there are no holds barred in our house. There are those who believe you should have a little bit of mystery. Marriage is not a place for mystery. Heaven's, it's bad enough that we have to hold it in all the time in the big wide world out there. If people are holding it in at home too, how miserable they must be. Could we link the high divorce rate to people simply being miserable because they are full of gas? I wonder why science has never studied this.
And it's not just farting. We are only too happy to discuss the detailed content of our daily consititutionals. After all, these are weighty matters, right up there with global warming. We discuss the movements of the dogs. Let's face it, if you're stopped up, not much else really matters.
Have we become a society who can have pornographic images in our daily intercourse (no pun intended) with advertising, and be exposed to the most shocking things, but not discuss farting? Strange indeed.
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