the frisky
I would like to state for the record here that I believe engagement stories are never that interesting to anyone other than your parents and maybe your very best friend.
irritable bowel syndrome
I don’t remember a time before my “nervous stomach.” I missed countless bus rides to first grade, spent half of my ice skating lessons on the toilet.
poop
The coolest, most confident women I know, the ones who get up in arms about slutty Halloween costumes and binders full of women, very often don’t even feel comfortable enough to poop at work.
pooping
I honestly can't believe I'm even writing about this.
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Oct 12, 2012 at 3:16pm | 566 comments

farting
These days, I actually lift a cheek and push the fart out with full force so it makes a noise like a barking trumpet, with the half-hearted "sorry" that is my one concession to my former modesty.