Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Something that's been bugging me

While some of my blog friends are taking on serious political issues, like Beej talking smart about the banking crisis, or Howling Hill spreading the word about a Palin poll, I want to discuss something that's been bugging me for the past few days: Jessica Simpson's gas.

Yeah, I know. I'm all about the hard hitting issues today. Since my other site, Allie's Answers, actually started as a column for the now defunct sister-site to I'm Not Obsessed, I feel that I can legitimately and unabashedly read INO on a regular basis. In case you don't use celebrity gossip as junk food for your mind, I'll fill you in on the details of said gas.

In a recent interview, Jessica Simpson, or J-Simp, as I like to call her, said:
"To be my man, you have to put up with a lot. I toot under the sheets, I spend a lot of money and I can belch the ABC’s."

A bunch of INO readers then followed up with comments of the "Ew, she's so gross!" variety. I'm not a Jessican Simpson fan, (that's just not my kind of music), but when I first read her quote I thought, 'good for her for admitting to being human.'

Then I thought about it a little more, and something about it really started to bug me. Why is being human and having human bodily functions something to "put up with?"

So what? She farts. Here's a news flash for you: we all do. Everyone. You do. I do. Mother Theresa did, and I'm pretty sure J-Simp's football playing boyfriend does too. I'm not saying we should throw a parade about it or anything, and I'm all for being polite in polite company, I just think it's sad that J-Simp thinks that passing gas in the privacy of her own home is a lot to put up with. And I think it's really sad that all these other women commenting think it's so obscenely gross and feel the need to speculate that this somehow means she's a sad person, or "a loser", or "an embarrassment to women."

But it's not just about J-Simp and her gas. When did we start apologizing for being human? I'm sure it's been going on in one form or another as long as homo sapiens have been in existence, but why? My dog never apologizes for the fact that he makes the rug smell like dog feet, or leaves big tumbleweeds of fur all over the house. And my cat has never once apologized for being an enormous bitch. What is it about us that we feel the need to?

I was watching Northern Exposure last night (big surprise there, huh?) and Chris in the Morning, quoting Goethe, said, "You are, when all is said and done, just what you are." I believe Popeye also said something very similar.

Well, if that's true, then what's all the fuss about? Why can't we just accept ourselves instead of wrestling with constant pressure to be "perfect" beings? Think about how many scandals, and cover-ups, and battles, and injustices are caused simply because we can't accept the truth of another person's existence or the truth of our own. I'm not saying J-Simp is her gas, or that the recently un-closeted Clay Aiken is his sexuality (also not my kind of music), or that anyone is ever defined by just one detail of their existence, but why are the human details, the little facts of being human, ever any kind of issue at all? Maybe if we could find a way to stop trying to cover up who we are, we could focus on what we can do.





9 comments:

Jenn said...

Here, here!

Even though it was about tooting, this was a great post Allie :)

Noelle said...

I just farted while writing this comment.

But burping the ABC's is to gosh even for me. I usually won't go past "D."

The Modern Gal said...

I stopped apologizing for myself a long time ago. It started when I realized my bad taste in music wasn't anything to be ashamed of.

And by the way, all the best serious reporter types read the celeb gossip to keep their level of seriousness in check. Celeb gossip was a huge obsession in my office in Nashville.

nancypearlwannabe said...

What?! Blonds fart?! You've got to be kidding me. They've been fooling me all this time!

Mickey said...

We both have fart posts up at the same time! I swear I didn't read yours before writing mine. At least mine's only partially about farts.

I actually remember thinking, as I sat on the floor of the climbing gym yesterday wondering whether it was my feet or my pits that smelled so bad, that I have every reason to smell that way. I had just ridden 8 miles on my bike and was monkeying around in a climbing gym. I should be putting off a little odor and I should not be embarrased, damnit!

Howling Hill said...

I'm not sure the poll from PBS was serious because I voted a whole bunch of times but thanks for thinking so. =P

When Wolf and I started going out he didn't say "Bless you" or the other German way (which I won't even try to spell) after I sneezed and it drove me nuts. I asked him about it one day and he said "well you don't say 'bless you' after someone farts do you?"

I can remember the first time I let loose in front of Wolf. There was a pregnant pause and then he just went about his business not acknowledging the moment. I was so relieved he didn't say anything because I don't think I would've been comfortable to do so in front of him ever again.

So why is it socially unacceptable to poot, especially in public? Feel like doing a study?

Courtney said...

Ha! This is a hilarious post. Oh, and Modern Gal is right about news reporters cleansing their seriousness palate a bit by reading celebrity gossip. It's true.

I hate J.Simp on principle, but I totally support her right to fart. On the other hand, I do not support her right to get famous by acting like a total bimbo, because that's just wrong.

Megan said...

Good post! Someone needs to start a revolution to let everyone know it's OK to be human. This has bothered me for quite some time, too.

Even still, I admire the people who can do their humanly deeds in public without the slightest bit of shame! Did this stem from the Victorian age? Because it sounds *so* snobby and Victorian to me!

Christy said...

I fart a lot. My whole family does. We also make a big production out of it after we do it. We're strange here I guess.