OP-ED: When Is It Time for My Suitemates and I to Start Speaking Freely About Pooping? It's Gotta Happen Eventually, Right?

Freshman Fall often lends itself to intimate suitemate bonding — you'll likely see them cry, laugh, and even vomit within the first two days of NSO. My suitemate and I can even talk about periods or weird sex-related things. We’ve bonded enough, right? Why, then, is it so hard for us to talk about pooping?

We spill our deepest secrets and suppressed thoughts shared with no one before — but we can’t fucking talk about how much the Commons pasta station makes us want to take a dump? How we get the rumbles in our tummies when that Pret coffee just didn’t hit us quite right? 

Is it just me, or is this bugging anyone else? When are we going to get to the good stuff — when can we revel in both the shits and the giggles? It’s gotta be soon, right? I mean, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.