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Are you sitting comfortably? The Squatty Potty is a wildly popular seven-inch-high plastic stool, deed by a devout Mormon and her son, which curves around the base of your loo. By propping your feet on it while you crap, you raise your knees above your hips.
From this semi-squat position, the centuries-old seated toilet is transformed into something more primordial, like a hole in the ground. The family that makes the Squatty Potty says this posture unfurls your colon and gives your faecal matter a clear run from your gut to the bowl, reducing bloating, constipation and the straining that causes haemorrhoids. More than 5m Squatty Potties have been sold since they first crept on to the market in Poo fetish such as Sally Field and Jimmy Kimmel have raved about them, and the basketball sensation Stephen Curry put one in every bathroom of his house.
I felt empty. In the video, a fey cartoon unicorn, its rear hooves perched upon a Squatty Potty, Mr-Whippies rainbow-coloured soft-serve ice-cream out of its butt and into cake cones while an Elizabethan Prince Charming details the benefits of squatting to poop. At first, many people saw the footstool as little more than a joke Christmas present. But, like fresh bed linen and French bulldogs, the Squatty Potty exerts a powerful emotional force on its owners. He sounded almost mystified. By giving up the natural squatting posture bequeathed to us by evolution and taking up our berths on the porcelain throne, the proposition goes, we have summoned a plague of bowel trouble.
Untold millions suffer from haemorrhoids — in the US alone, some estimates run to million — and millions more have related conditions such as colonic inflammation. Where illness goes, big business follows. The markets for treating these ailments — with creams, surgery and haemorrhoid doughnut cushions — are worth many billions of dollars. Although diet is widely believed to be a contributing factor in these problems eat your fibre! The renowned Mayo clinic is now conducting a randomised controlled trial to see whether the Squatty Potty can ease chronic constipation, which afflicts some 50 million Americans, most of them women, many over 45 years poo fetish.
People often say pooping is taboo, but lately it seems more like a cultural fetish. There are poop emoji birthday parties for three-year-olds, people Poo fetish photos of their ordure to friends, TripAdvisor thre on how to avoid or avail yourself of squat toilets. The renowned novelist Karl Ove Knausgaard has devoted passage after passage to his bowel movements. You can even read opinion pieces about the pleasures of evacuating in the nude.
S hitting, like death, is a great leveller. It renders beluga caviar indistinguishable from tinned ham, a duchess as creaturely as poo fetish dog. Faecal-borne disease knows no kings; cholera can kill anyone. People have long tried to resist the democratic power of defecation, imposing rigorous distinctions on and through the act. Since at least the 19th century, bathrooms have been arenas of racial and gender oppression, from the Jim Crow south to the era of trans rights. In the US and UK, the bathroom is often, per square foot, the most expensive room in the home.
The recorded history of human defecation can be read as a series of attempts at differentiation: how do we separate our excrement from our bodies, our sewage from our homes and cities? How do we enforce social hierarchies by dividing the bodies of the powerful from the bodies of the oppressed? To these questions, the bathroom with its seated water closet, or flush toilet, was a surprisingly recent but remarkably potent answer. Though sit-down privies and latrines have existed at least since Egyptian antiquity, for almost all of history the vast majority of Homo sapiens defecated squatting, in the open.
As the planet filled up and humans clustered together in cities over the second half of the millennium, open defecation became a scourge, leading to rising rates of diseases such as dysentery — still a major problem in parts of the world without modern sanitation.
As they spread to homes across northern Europe, toilets led to revolutions in sanitation, medicine, social relations and poo fetish psychology. With more and more people going to the bathroom at home and in private, defecation became a solitary and almost unspeakably vulgar act. For several hundred years, into the 18th century, English monarchs did their business in front of literal privy councils while enthroned upon an upholstered box containing a chamber pot. In the period of late empire in which it was popularised, the private toilet and bathroom came to be seen as the sine qua non of European achievement.
Like any technological solution, however, the water closet set in motion new problems. Around mid-century, a predecessor of the Squatty Potty was on sale at Harrods. Yet no solution to the problems posed by the modern toilet really took off.
Until now. T he most primitive things sometimes require extraordinary sophistication to produce. As the rectum fills with the products of digestion, it als, through nerves running into the sacral region of the spinal cord, that defecation may be necessary. The internal and external anal sphincters then begin a culturally mediated pas de deux, the former pressing for release and the latter restricting discharge until the opportune moment. The pelvic floor muscles relax, the perineum descends, and the external anal sphincter opens up, delivering your creation into the world.
It takes mammals about 12 seconds to pass a stool, with humans accomplishing the task at poo fetish rate of one to two centimeters of faeces per second. In a deep squat, with our buttocks about mm from the floor, it takes us under a minute, on average, to go from initiation to a sense of poo fetish, according to one study.
Imagine that your bowels are a prison revolt, and the inmates — your faeces — are trying to storm the gates. With a straight shot, they can easily come pounding down the door. When we sit to defecate, we need to force our feces through a bend in our rectum created by a little hammock-shaped muscle called the puborectalis.
While standing or sitting, the puborectalis helps to keep us continent by cinching our bowel closed. This is an eminently good thing. Straining to force your crap around the puborectalis can induce haemorrhoids, intestinal inflammation, fainting — even strokes, brain haemorrhaging and heart attack. One theory has it that the pain from a thrombosed haemorrhoid was so distracting that it cost Napoleon the battle of Waterloo.
The Squatty Potty was born in similarly unfortunate circumstances.
For a long time, she had been using a little footstool in the bathroom. With paint cans and phone books, they determined the perfect height and width for a new stool. The template Bobby created became the de of the first Squatty Potty. But sales were sluggish. We embarrassed her a lot. One local woman told Judy she should be ashamed of what she was producing. Although the Squatty Potty itself is deed to be as discreet as possible — the standard, white plastic version almost blends away into the colourless expanse of many modern poo fetish — the marketing could never afford to be minimalist.
But friends and family to whom the Edwardses had gifted Squatty Potties where pleasantly surprised by the stools, so Bobby and Judy carried on. St George might not have been ready for the Squatty Potty, but it was about to make a bigger splash than they could ever have imagined. O ne of the dizzying ironies of our time is that an earlier reverence for the trappings of civilisation seems to be giving way to a pervasive distrust of modern habits and modern technology. Cars have ruined cities, atomised people and poisoned the atmosphere.
Plastics have poisoned the seas. Deodorants and air fresheners have poisoned us. Antibacterial soap has led to the rise of superbugs. Your chair is killing you. So are your running shoes. If you listen to Jared Diamond or Yuval Noah Harari, the development of agricultural civilisation may be the gravest mistake humans ever made.
For vigour and vitality, you poo fetish renounce thousands of years of grain-based eating and return to a paleolithic diet. We have even come to look upon the toilet with a jaundiced eye. The vogue for lifestyles that are cleanergreener, more organic, paleo, supposedly more in tune with human evolution, and closer to nature has largely spread through hi-tech means.
Like the earlier craze for colonics, the fad for clean eating and the mania for mindfulness, the Squatty Potty seems to translate this perfectionism to our internal states. At the same time, social media has poo fetish other, more humanising effects. In the s, Alexander Kira of Poo fetish University diagnosed Americans with a psychological and cultural aversion to squatting, as well as to talking openly about our basest bodily functions. Today, after little more than a generation, people are opening up about defecation in a way that was presaged by early, faeces-focused social media sites such as poopreport.
These sites were often anonymous and almost completely free from the cultural censors that ran traditional media. By contrast, today people happily put their names to stories about their bowel movements, and you can read about anal fissures in the s of the New York Times. By combining the science of the puborectalis with the whimsy of crapping unicorns and, in a later ad, gold-bullion pooping dragonsthe company is trying to transform the private indignity of awkward bowel movements into an almost universally shared joy.
But this sudden enthusiasm for disclosing private habits masks a deeper truth: shitting and shit have never stopped being profoundly public. Behind the closed door of the bathroom have always lurked the public structures — the pipes, the laws, the labour — that manage human waste. We often decide that something we think is good must also be healthy that morning cup of coffee or nightly glass of red wine, say or natural polyamory for some, religion for others. But we also like to run things in the opposite direction: if we believe something is natural, whatever that means, we often assume it must also be healthy and good.
Our caveman ancestors, in their wise state of nature, ate nothing but acorns and barbecued mammoth? Me eat nut butter and grass-fed steak!
Squatting may be natural, but the question remains: is the Squatty Potty also good? Post Darwin, we no longer tend to believe a couple of hundred or thousand years of human ingenuity can improve upon the immemorial march of evolution. Those who think the water closet has been vindicated by history ignore how contingent, and in some ways irrational, modern sewage systems with seated toilets really are.Poo fetish
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