Everyone poops

We here at The Daily Sentinel used to have a co-worker who had a picture of the cover of this book on his cubicle wall (he also used to have a ginormous pile of packages of condiments — oh the days of unlimited soy and horsey sauce). He thought it was funny. Me, too. But the fact is that are all poopers. I poop and so do you. But, unless something has gone horribly awry, we don't talk about pooping. Indeed, we're actually trained to avoid acknowledging poop at all once you're potty trained (of course, during the potty-training process, pooping is the number one topic and can even be a shared experience). Come on, you can admit it. You've given a gratuitous toilet flush or loud cough when someone enters the stall next to you so that you can disguise the sound of your pooping. We all have. There nothing worse than having to share your pooping experience with someone else, especially a co-worker. I want to know why? Why must we disguise our poops or avoid pooping in public bathrooms altogether (cleanliness issues aside. But I must admit that the hover is great for strengthening one's tight muscles). Why can't we poop without fear that someone will know we're pooping? I say that we should all be able to poop with impunity. Who's with me?