This is serious, by the way: Apparently sh*t happens due to something like the darwinian “Origin of Feces“?
Every now and then, science puts forth a theory that — at least on a bitterly cold December day, with a flu infection stirring fatigue in a certain science journalist — resonates with grand poetic truth. The theory: the incredible complexity of life on Earth, the myriad of forms and forms and functions, owes its existence to poop.
Speaking of which, there are a couple of new-ish books on the subject: What’s Your Poo Telling You? by M.D., Anish Sheth and Josh Richman helps you know how you’re doing by your doody. And Poop Culture: How America Is Shaped by Its Grossest National Product by Dave Praeger, who sniffs out all things scatalogical on “your #1 source for your #2 business,” poopreport.com.
I don’t mean to dump (ahem) all this on you, but if you google “poop” you will get about 1,300,000 returns. If you google “science religion humanities,” you will get only 215,000 returns (but Metanexus will be #1, and that’s no #2!). Apparently, we have more interest in poop than physics, philosophy, or Protestantism put together. I’m sure there’s a reason. I’d look into it further, but I’m (…wait for it…..) pooped!