Talking Dirty

My Corner

Thanks to the Magic of Stories for inspiring this post. Karen J. Mossman talks, in a way, about creating a balance between being realistic and providing an escape for our readers.

Can you think of any scenes where people go to the bathroom? I’m going to be vain and tell you that in my memoir, My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds, I talk about going to the bathroom a lot. In one scene, I’m making oatmeal, and my husband Bill, totally blind and partially paralyzed by two strokes, is sitting at the kitchen table in his wheelchair. Suddenly, he says, “Oooh, I gotta pee. Oh, it’s too late. I wet my pants.” This gives my readers an idea of what I went through as a caregiver.

What about farting? In Larry McMurtry’s The Last Picture Show, there’s…

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2 Responses to Talking Dirty

  1. Thank you, Patty, for re-blogging.


    • Patty says:

      You’re welcome. I’m always amazed at the discomfort people seem to feel concerning talking about such things.

      A little while back I wrote a post about what living in poverty was doing to my health. I specifically wrote about problems I was having with healthy bowel movements and the like due to the lack of correct foods I was dealing with at that time.

      You wouldn’t believe the reaction I got from some about that. I received several emails asking me if I didn’t think talking about such was just a little over the top or inappropriate.

      I simply wrote back and told them it was a natural part of life, that I felt it needed to be talked about and that people needed to realize the health risks those living under the poverty level were facing.

      In short I said…

      “Poop happens.”

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