Today’s open line is not for the squeamish. You have been warned.
Just when you thought that life in our Western culture was sufficiently regulated, analyzed, poked, prodded, examined, dissected, raked over the coals, and endlessly discussed, we were alerted by a friend to the existence of the Bristol Stool Scale.
Do we really need a taxonomic structure to rate our poo? Is nothing sacred? Are we so judgmental a people that we must critique one of the least desirable outcomes of our animal existence?
(My goodness, now even the Editor is talking **** on the blog.)
Remember, you read about the emergence of medical scatology on HiH first.