The way we handle shit also reflects our attitude towards the body and its function. The development of Mr. Crapper’s water closet and urban sewer systems coincides with the ascendance of Victorian priggishness typified by clothing that disguised the body’s true form from head to foot. The gleaming white functional bathroom was perfected in the twenties – a period noted for its crusade against “germs” – those nasty creatures in the Listerine ads.
One wonders how the bacteria that sustain our lives ever survived the rhetoric of the antiseptic hygiene age.
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One day of sunshine breaks the silence of the snowblanket for a warm moment. But spring is still indecisive and so once more soaks the cold white, that flys around red noses in small snowflakes. Quietly our farm is covered again, hiding the colours of uncomplaining, waiting plants. But my feet remember the paths inspite of the snow and I trust every step they make.The hibernation of nature is disturbed by the strides we take, getting closer to the fulfilment of many dreams as our feet crack through frozen ground. Any possible doubts are swept away by the little…