Oftentimes we’ll be watching an awards show, or an interview and we’ll hear them thank a great deal of people. God, family, the fans, the companies that made their high achievement possible, but rarely do we hear acknowledgment to one of the most common inspirations of modern technology, philosophy, the arts and many a world changing idea, all thought up whilst pooping. But nay, not even an honorable mention goes to a task we (hopefully) regularly engage in thoughtfully pondering the daily quandaries that we accrue in our busy lives. These often scheduled respites allow us to process, to stew, if you will, and serve as the bathtub did for Galileo as our porcelain muses. Those moments of “Eureka!” we often neglect to note happen whilst pinching a loaf.
And yet we live in a society where much of the population can barely admit they partake in this (hopefully) daily ritual. Some in their effort to mask their completely natural, biological need to poop, behave in an appropriately constipated manner. Should we feel shame for something that everyone-as the wonderfully illustrated children’s book expresses so colorfully-does? Some would go so far as calling it vulgar and inappropriate to acknowledge the fact, but they probably thought to say so on the crapper. Even the derogatory term “toilet humor” denotes a cheap, sophomoric, tasteless comedy, when really, if you think about it, most humor is toilet humor. For that is where it was birthed in the mind of the comedian, or writer! While riding the bowl.
Credit needs to go where credit is doo, people. I say we begin to acknowledge that while we are cleansing our systems we also purged useless thoughts to come up with the groundbreaking ideas we are being given credit for. Next time you nail a presentation and your boss shakes your hand and says “Good work!” say “Thank you sir, I came up with the idea while pooping.”