I happen to work in a small all-male department at an office. Daily, I am subjected to a barrage of anal annoucements. These guys don’t make any attempt to fart quietly, oh no. They are loud and proud. Often they will raise a leg in order to achieve maximum volume possible.
I can’t help thinking that if I worked with females rather than males, that I would not be subjceted to quite so many dictions of friction caused by the passage of foul air through their vibrating buttocks.
In fact, I can probably count on one hand the number of times I have heard or smelled the fart of a female (excluding the girlfriend farting in her sleep, which I always find amusing).
I can only imagine that women hold onto their farts, stacking them up in preparation for one huge pantie-ripper when no-one is around. And after that I wonder if I should really be turning my attention to more pressing issues like, say, why can’t I lick my own elbow.
Gee, that must be quite the casual office environment if the guys can let fly with a cheek-flapper when they feel like it.
Just out of curiosity, and no offense intended, but did you grow up with many men in the house? I had two gaseous brothers and a gaseous father, (gas giants if you will) and those sounds were just a way of life for me. Though it’s perfectly understandable and appropriate to not want to hear those sounds in a supposedly professional atmosphere. Have you thought about complaining?
One thing that has bothered me is the double-standard when it comes to farting. A male farting will sometimes result in uproarious laughter or even casual acceptance, but a female is never allowed to let her emissions free. One who does is often treated with scorn. It’s damn unfair! Free farts for all!
Years ago, I had a secretary who accidentally let one tear and blushed three shades of crimson. I laughed, gave her the thumbs up and told her to let it rip when the need arose. Just don’t stand next to me while I’m on the phone when you toot-the customer will think I did it.
I’m a supporter of equal cheek sneaking for both genders.
You know, it’s odd. Welbywife constantly berates me for letting fly, but somehow every time she lets one loose it is blamed on the dogs. I can understand that if the dog is in the room, but somehow I could never see my way clear to beleiveing in dog farts when we were, for example, on another continent.
My husband and his friends are always farting in front of me. It’s rude. I’ve never farted in front of him, and I’ve known him since 1975! They’re animals, I tell ya!
I cackle. It reminds me of the game where we males would all attempt to sneak out a Silent But Deadly fart near others and then attempt to escape before the foul odor registered with our victims. Fart humor is an unexplainable male phenomenon. My son has been giggling about audible farts since he was 18 months old.
I’m piping in here saying that IS horrible having to hold them in during work hours.
Though, I thought everyone tended to, just for professional sake.
Nothing would be worse than having tight panty hose squeezing your guts, sitting at a desk for hours and hours after a good sized lunch, or even first thing in the morning.
I’m so lucky I don’t have a desk job.
Walking around helps one be more stelth-like when pooftin’.