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[entelein]

It used to be (you know, back in the day) that the only way to reasonably take a crap was into some sort of chamber pot, or a hole in the ground. Perhaps, if times were good, you'd actually have an outhouse somewhere, actual walls to protect you from the elements as you squatted/sat.

Cut to the present: we now rabidly glue our milky, unfocused eyes on the television during the Super Bowl halftime to watch the commercials.

Yes, we have come so far, us humans. We don't even need to take a crap any more; we just sit there and let the spectre of consumerism avalanche us in its rich, steamy pile.

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freezing one's ass off

[llyrica.livejournal.com]

Coincidentally, I was free-associating during a trip last night to the cold bathroom at work (after working about 15 hours straight) about the expression 'freezing my ass off.' It crossed my mind as a possibility that the expression comes from the experience, however uncommon, of going to an ICY bathroom and getting one's ass stuck on the freezing toilet seat. This is not to say I got my ass stuck to the toilet seat; rather, just that it ocurred to me as a possible experience.

I then (this is the point at which, I promise you, the relevance to your above post comes in) started thinking about the ridiculousness of my moment of inner moaning, groaning and complaining about the circumstances of the moment, when all I have to do is go in this antiseptic little indoor room to take care of 'the necessary,' whereas years ago I would most likely have needed to visit an outhouse or some such thing.

Re: freezing one's ass off

[randomdreams.livejournal.com]

Yeah, an unheated wooden seat that's less than perfectly clean, especially where the cracks are, the cracks that gape open when you sit on them and then pinch when you go to stand up... And that was living HIGH compared to 200 years earlier yet.

I try to remember things like this when I'm in a foul mood about how my life is falling apart, and think about people in southeast Asia who have never had as much food as they need, or people in Morocco getting killed in machete fights, or, heck, people twenty blocks northeast of me who get shot for being in the wrong place.

[vixyish.livejournal.com]

I *try* to go as long as I can without even knowing when things like the Super Bowl take place.

At least I still don't know which teams are in it...