The complete evacuation of faeces from our bodies and our world is a chimera. Girl films herself on toilet views.
Is that Mumford and Sons? I hear you humming. Girls Pooping views.
Like Bryan Cranston, we all want the ecstasy of elimination, the self-love we feel after a really good shit. But this sudden enthusiasm for disclosing private habits masks a deeper truth:
But we also like to run things in the opposite direction: Straining to force your crap around the puborectalis can induce haemorrhoids, intestinal inflammation, fainting — even strokes, brain haemorrhaging and heart attack.
The pelvic floor muscles relax, the perineum descends, and the external anal sphincter opens up, delivering your creation into the world. Head down and teeth gritted, I glide as quickly as possible to my place of refuge. My Service Dog, Bright, senses my increasing anxiety and starts doing the potty dance, herself.