What is the fascination with poop? In my blog from September 19, entitled “Vanity Plates”, I posted a photo of a license plate that I saw on a car in the Kroger parking lot. Check it out, if you don’t remember.
The above photo is from a magazine I received, full of Easter and spring ideas. I do not get the connection of small vinyl poop emojis. Do you really want to put those in your kids Easter baskets?
I am well aware that I am 60 years old. I am well aware that I do not always understand the latest trends and technology. Thankfully, my boys help bring me up to date on many of those things. But, poop?
Which brings me to another pet peeve. Do we really need/want a dippy woman with a fake British accent asking people on TV about their pooping habits? Do we really care if they are clean enough to go commando? And one more thing, do we need cute little bears telling us to “enjoy the go”?
Advertising executives – newsflash! We are going to buy toilet paper anyway.
When I was dating my now husband, if a commercial like that had come on TV, I would have been mortified. I know, I know, it was the mid 70s. But good heavens, is there nothing sacred anymore?
I didn’t want Mike to know that I ever did that bodily function. I wanted him to think I was a rare, magical princess who did not require such quotidian duties. I wanted him to think I was a lady, a royal, not some commoner who did that kind of business.
That may be just a bit tongue-in-cheek, but I hope you are hearing my heart. EVERYTHING does not need to be discussed in public; on TV, at social gatherings, at your kids elementary school, not even at church.
Now that I am mature and all, I don’t mind doing this, but when I was younger, I did not want to put a mammoth 20-roll package of toilet paper into my grocery cart. I was nervous that I would run into someone from my church, or even worse, the pastor!
You are probably thinking how strange I am. That may be true. But let these thoughts linger for a while. Maybe we can drop all of this poop stuff (no pun intended.)
For now, I need to make a grocery run. But first I must find my blond wig and dark glasses. If I see you at Kroger, I may pretend to not know you. Just sayin’.