Susan Neder

Southern Discomfort

In Uncategorized on August 6, 2012 at 6:51 pm

Image

 

I was raised in the south, in a family of true southern ladies.

My mother was extremely proper and started many of her sentences to me with “young ladies of quality do…or do not do ………….”. As much as I have outwardly rebelled against that over the years, I have to admit that deep down it is still ingrained in my psyche.

One area that I know is still controlled by that is the area of bodily functions. I am one of the few people I know who do not find farting funny. I even have trouble writing the word “fart”. When I was growing up it was more acceptable to have a child out of wedlock that to fart in public; at least if you had a child out of wedlock people understood and even might know someone else who had suffered that event. No one ever knew any female who ever farted in public. It just was not done, except by men. So is it any wonder that here I am at this stage of life being faced with one of my biggest challenges? I have noticed over the years that whatever you think you can’t handle gets plunked down into your lap at some point. And so it is for me as I wrestle with everything that comes with a new colostomy. 

Great. Just what I wanted. Oh well, I know I can beat this too – it just is not easy! However, I suspect that at its core it is rooted in some sort of false pride issue, which I do not like at all, so that motivates me to keep going. I just hope once I conquer this hurdle I won’t be tempted to spit in public……that really would not do at all…….  

Advertisements
  1. Love you so much, Susan! 🙂

  2. In my southern household we had special words for things that were unspeakable. “Fluffing” was always acceptable as it sounded clean and willowy. Men never used this term as it reduced their manhood to the termperance of a southpaw, limpy handed, shaking fool. So, my daddy would just rip one and then look at the dog. So we named the dog “Fluffy.

  3. Well, can’t say I felt southern — certainly not southern ladyish — thank God. But I must say that farting is one of those things that strikes terror in my heart. And one of those things that seems to threaten more with age. Realistically, if that were the worst thing we had going, it would be OK. Not to mention the fact that we would give young stupid people a good reason to laugh from time to time. And if they got on their nerves, we always have the hand signals we learned in college.

  4. They, we … whatever. You get the idea.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: