Even as the new millennium arrives, farting is still such an anathema that people worry about its effects on their jobs, reputations, and love lives. Believe it or not, many folks resort to the subterfuge of sneaking out farts and then, eyes coyly perusing the ceiling, acting as innocent as bunny rabbits, hoping someone else will be blamed.
Jim Dawson, A Cultural History of the Fart
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8 comments:
And now for our pithy analysis of "fart with a social message", or is it a case of, bean there, done that?
I have to say that I'm not entirely pleased with this fartistic history so far. It makes the inevitable bean jokes in the introduction, and seems to be less intelligent analysis than an attempt to list every farting anecdote throughout history, alongside some stupid jokes in boxes separated from the rest of the text.
The classic fart joke in film, of course, happens in Blazing Saddles - a film I do not like, really - the reason for which Brooks explains quite well in his bio: "I mean, here are these guys sitting around eating beans. Cowboys have been shooting one another full of holes for years, and you're not allowed to have a fart joke!"
Apparently, the new smoke-free rule in pubs has had an unexpected side effect.
Ah yes, my local now smells like stal beer, vomit, cleaning fluid, and fart. So lovely.
You're having an uninspired week, aren't you?
I was thinking that too. Perhaps he could write me a story on why I shouldn't hate Newcastle with such passion. Okay, technically I should hate cityrail but I blame Newcastle for being further away than I thought.
I don't know about that. I'm just focusing on off-blog writing at the moment, though a few posts are coming up.
Off-blog writing...? wow.
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