Gen-Z on the Power of Scatological Humor
From Bean-Blasters to Butt Trumpets: Why Fart Jokes are the Best Medicine for Family Gatherings
Disclaimer: Please read at your own risk. Given the polarizing nature of the news cycle this week, Singing Bridge asked Gen-Z’s Fartzone to weigh-in and they have chosen scatological humor to bring us together. The Fartzone has a unique ability to humanize us by reminding us that we are all vulnerable and imperfect beings. By laughing at something as basic and universal as bodily functions, we can break down barriers and connect with others on a deeper level. This can be especially important during times of crisis or conflict, where tensions run high and division feel insurmountable. Buckle-up — Nose plugs please!
Why are the elders always dissing us youngers for not having a sense of humor? Seriously? We might be the smartphoned teenage ninjas of exact pronouns, avocado toast and lattes, but we still know how to laugh at ourselves. And how did we learn this essential art of life: farts. We are the Captain Underpants, Harold the Farting Dog generation. And after all the Singing Bridge olfactory posts that singe our nose hairs; I believe this audience can handle a post from Gen-Z.
And yes we know this is low-brow humor, and it might sound like a bunch of hot air, but trust me, it's worth it. It all started with the doctors in the family. They love nothing better than to blast each other with their scatological humor around the dinner table. Once the family converted to vegetarians it blew the roof right off!
So yes, you might think that the healthy diet in Singing Bridge would lead to odorless farts, or that it is just the squeaky floorboards of these old antique chairs that Gran likes to blame, but let me tell you, our family’s farts could power the whole town! I'm pretty sure Rich’s Hollow is intentionally creaky to cover up the sounds of the grand-master's thunderous blows! I mean, sometimes the floorboards sound like they're about to give way under the sheer force of our family’s flatulence. Granny is always polite and kind... especially when she's trying to cover up her gas. She'll move her chair, cough, or blame it on the dog. But let's be real Gran, we all know your fermentation secrets by now!
Mom, Jer and Grandpa E love to discuss the thermal envelope of the house and brag about how bad the drafts used to be, but I think they are just covering up the fact that they’ve been perfecting their professional bean-blasters for decades and they don’t want to waste the smell. If they time it just right they can make the candles flicker to the side — these guys are pros! No wonder these vegetarians are obsessed with Passive House standards — they want to trap all their “greenhouse gases” inside! (Please DM me if there is a retrofit solution for our gas leaks)!
So you now understand why our family's group chat is called the Fartzone — yes we're all full of hot air. And let me tell you, it's not just the young ones. They say that inter-generational living should come with a warning, but for us, it should come with nose plugs. You know the family has arrived when you hear an extra "amen" after grace... followed by a symphony of farts. It's like we're all competing for the best butt trumpet.
I know, I know, it's not the most sophisticated humor out there, but it's so humanizing! And what a great bonding experience! We even play "Guess That Smell" and have contests to see who can produce the most methane. I mean we could legit sell carbon credits if ever we could convince the fam to reduce their bean intake!
And let me tell you, the fart jokes are endless. Grandaddy’s favorite is: "What makes the ocean roar? You would too if you had crabs on your bottom!" A Classic. And then there's our favorite: "Why don't farts graduate from high school? Because they always get expelled!" or "What do you call a person who blames their farts on the dog? A gaslighter!" Share these a few times and you will NEVER forget them!
But it's not just the farting - this family loves all things scatological. We have endless discussions about our bodily functions. I never thought I'd hear my great-grandparents talk about their organs so much in my life! GG called it her "organ recital," and we're all well-versed in the music by now.
But you know what? It's all in good fun. We may be a family of farting vegetarians, but we're also a family that loves to laugh. Life can be pretty serious sometimes, but when you're surrounded by people who find the humor in even the smelliest of situations, it makes everything a little bit easier. So let's all appreciate the grounding resonance of fart power and remember that laughter truly is the shortest distance between two people. And if you need me, I'll be over here, gassing myself up, trying to break my personal best in the family Fart Olympics.
Letting it rip!
— The Fartzone
Ooo, Pass the laughs and let them fly! Gosh, do we ever need them right now! A bit smelly or no! Grandaddy is chuckling from above! Tom (Moore) do you see what naughty humor you’ve started down here! ❤️❤️Celina mum
And all this time we've been blaming the cows for Global Warming. I'll never think of district heating in quite the same way...