I've been grading papers in my class for the past hour. I have THE WORST gas, possibly, of my life. I don't know what I ate. My room smells like hot garbage. The weird thing is, I actually enjoy it. Why do people like the smell of their own ass? Why don't I enjoy the smell of other people's asses? Is it nature or nurture?
Everybody likes their own brand, that's all there is to it.
Roy, you are 100% correct, but you are 100% simple.
I love my own brand. It is natural. My stink makes me giddy. However, my stink is no better than your stink. I often wonder, if you and I lived in a bubble, with no outside contact with the world, would I love your stink as much as I love my own? Would your ass provide me with hours of head-shaking entertainment? I think, yes. So, logically, it seems that the only reason we are offended by other people's flatulence is that The Man has told us that gas is not socially acceptable. It is to be shunned.
The Malikwa tribe in Southern Chile recently made their first contact with the civilized world due to deforestation. Sociologists were fascinated to discover that instead of a typical Western handshake, tribe members greeted eachother in a similar fashion to dogs and used communal fecal matter in religous ceremonies.
Hmmm???