Toilet Humor

Pardon the breach of the topic, but toilet humor has been a fascinating subject for me lately. I suppose this curiosity began when I read an article about scholars who are beginning to inject more of their own autobiography into their academic writing. This has long been considered anathema in formal writing in which the writer becomes invisible for the purpose of concentrating on the work itself. Of course, this avoidance of personal detail was also linked for a long while with notions of objectivity: one can escape from his or her own experience, presuppositions and commitments in order to communicate truths that become true for all persons regardless of their experience, it was thought. What many have realized somewhat recently (amongst our postmodern condition), however, is that we can never truly escape these things, so any attempt to do so will simply distort our own observations to the extent that we fail to appreciate how we just cannot escape from our subjectivity. In any case, the interesting aspect of these autobiographical trends that I seized on is how these personal disclosures almost always seem to be self-deprecating.

To highlight one curious tendency I noticed among these examples of autobiographical critical writing that I read in scholarly journals, there was quite a bit of talk about genitalia. There was also a healthy amount of “toilet humor,” which prompted one frequent reader of this kind of material to make a remark about how interesting it is to find such toilet humor in academic writing, as many married couples manage to tiptoe around the subject for the course of a whole marriage. Okay, I suppose I can’t write an entry about all these autobiographical flourishes without offering at least one about me. Being married myself, I will reluctantly admit that I keep no secrets from my wife about bodily functions. We maintain an open-door policy on the bathroom…Don’t get the idea that we love to focus attention on the subject; this decision is incidental to our communication as a married couple, as we seem content to talk to each other at nearly all times, despite the activities in which we might be otherwise engaged. Though even I hate to admit it, bathroom behavior (in much the same way as sexual behavior) reveals quite a bit of who we truly are underneath social conventions. In a relationship, coming face-to-face with your partner’s toilet tendencies could be considered the height of intimacy, a pinnacle many refuse to scale.

Similarly, I recently watched a documentary about the French philosopher Jacques Derrida in which he was asked what he found interesting about the biographies of renowned philosophers. He replied that he would be interested in their sex lives, though this information was almost always carefully protected. Though Derrida is one who is easy to oversimplify, I imagine he was drawing attention to how “private” aspects of our personality such as our sex lives are so revealing about who we really are. We offer autobiographical details in nearly everything we do, but when we consciously choose to reveal certain things about ourselves, we usually elect to highlight either our grandest triumphs (naturally) or our most human qualities. Our resumes beam our accomplishments, but we prove we are “down to earth” by telling stories on ourselves that highlight our occasional dimwittedness and peccadilloes. Ultimately, it’s often a rhetorical strategy to disclose our toilet behavior because it reminds whoever’s listening that we’re real people, too, despite our carefully constructed personas that observe social conventions and etiquette. We have to go to the toilet, though. We can’t help it that we are, in fact, real people. So, let’s put aside the myth of objectivity for a second to take a bathroom break.