"Men don't like women to say shit."
"Oh? I don't know about. . . ."
"They don't. To them, it's nasty. It's shit. But women say it so easily because that's something we know. We're the ones who deal with shit. From the first diaper to the sheets of dying old men. We wipe it up."
"HA. Did you ever read The Flounder, that book by Gunther Grass? He tells about matriarchal times when the tribe would eat separately from each other, but take a communal shit, all in a circle every evening. Then the matriarch would go around and inspect each person's little pile to make sure they were healthy and eating what they were supposed to."
"Yes. He's right. We do that too."
"Of course he invented it to make us look bad. Like it was just a way for us to control everything. What dya think? Do we control them when we wipe up their shit?"
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