I Wish There Were More Fart Scenes In Entertainment Similar To The Two From Bio-Dome Where Bud And Doyle

I wish there were more fart scenes in entertainment similar to the two from Bio-Dome where Bud and Doyle guess what each other ate before to make their farts smell like that.

Similarly, I wish that more scenes, along with those that currently exist, better conveyed the idea of people being disgusted by how shameless a character's display of flatulence is.

I can imagine a scene that's like a fusion of the "Back at Cha!" one from White Chicks, the two from Bio-Dome, and the many instances of Scooby and Shaggy gorging on food, where you have two or more guy friends sitting in some sort of eatery adjacent establishment, and they put their skills of being "fart connoisseurs" to the test, much to the dismay of the public around them.

The context of the film, along with how far the screenwriters wanted to lean into the idea that these characters aren't at all concerned with how they're perceived, would determine the setting, along with how increasingly annoyed of a response people around them would have.

For instance, for a film following a character who gradually outgrows his slacker best friend from childhood, you could have a flashback sequence of all the shenanigans they've been through.

One of said experiences would be the two ordering a bunch of food at an upscale restaurant, getting really stuffed, and then, in a mockingly posh accent, guessing what they ate while the patrons around them become more angry leading to them being thrown out the restaurant.

Another scenario I can think of this being used would be if we are meant to align ourselves with these characters — despite how uncouth they are — against the antagonist of the film.

You could have them sabotage their very important individual performance such as a recital or a musical/play by having these two characters take turns farting whenever the antagonist tries to perform, with the farts getting louder with each attempt they make to try to perform again until they are eventually laughed off the stage.

It's such a funny thing because given the blogs that I follow and how they make such overtly and unabashedly personal posts informing everyone of how "in the mood" they are with posts that often sound something like:

"Feeling really [h-word] and just want to [something gay and raunchy] with [their preferred type]"

I feel like it wouldn't be that big of surprise to anyone who follows me, or anyone who happens to stumble upon one of my posts if I were to carry out the same action of making similarly toned posts.

I always stop myself before making them though, because there's this mentality I have that says that I need to maintain a so-called "professional and academic integrity" (as if I were the New York Times) in my blog.

In essence, it allows me to communicates similar in-the-moment feelings of arousal without straying too far into the territory of things that I couldn't say on YouTube without immediately getting demonetized.

That said, many of my posts are literally about how I would write the perfect fart scene, so who am I really fooling?

I was high off my ass last night and had this dream where I was in this dense ass forest and sitting there was a tall woman. She was so tall I couldn’t see her face but she was wearing gold and I was like “uh…hi?” And she said “I made you, do you know that?” And I nodded and she was like “I hear your thoughts. Why do you hate my creation? Why do you try to destroy yourself? I made you perfect as you are. Please don’t break my heart”. Then she started crying and it flooded and I woke up with fucking heart palpitations like what does it Mean™️????

Envisioning a rom-com where a comical aspect that's brought up in reference to the male lead, or one of them if it's a gay relationship, is that he has a mild flatulence problem that while he can find the humor in, is slightly embarrassed by when one accidentally slips out.

The montage scene where the two characters are slowly starting to fall in love with each other would consist of the typical scenes where they try on hats, cook together, etc., but there would be one scene where this part of the character would be used to show that the other lead is comfortable with it, and that he can be himself around the other person.

This could be accomplished two ways, depending on how raunchy the film wanted to be.

The first way would be to show the couple sitting on the couch watching a movie, and the character accidentally farts and sheepishly apologizes, to which the other person says, "Is that all you got? Give it another go." and then the character lets out a louder fart.

The second way would be at the end of the montage before it transitions to the next scene where it cuts to the characters in the middle of having sex on the verge of climax getting louder and louder, and when they finally do reach it, the camera switches to their bedroom door as a loud fart can be heard from inside and the male lead says something like: "Ahh, that was great."

Digital Nuance, Public Discourse, and Public Approval: The Steady Decline of "Having a Dialogue"

Being on the internet as someone who operates from a place of nuance and complexity as opposed to simplistic and impulsive knee-jerk reactions feels like being a masochist because there's so much you could say but it would take too long to write out and mostly fall on deaf ears.

It also doesn't help that although there are many people out there that are happy to have these complex discussions, you're much less likely to find people who are capable of doing so in a way that doesn't convey the idea that the only perspective they're open to is theirs.

This mentality is not just aggravating to deal with as someone who wants to contribute to these discussions, but actively drives people away from having them, which is incredibly counterintuitive given how much stress and importance is constantly placed on speaking on issues.

This, if anything, calls into question why stress is even placed on having discussions about any topic. If there's supposedly only one right view and thus solution to an issue, why even start a dialogue in the first place? To talk in circles? Unless, they're not that simple...

It's a rare occurrence, but my faith in humanity is slightly restored whenever I see what could've easily turned into a heated argument about a topic beautifully and amicably resolve itself with each party respecting each others views without attacking them.

Though, I feel like the concept of "ratioing" people is what holds us back from these occurrences happening. I can't help but feel that people on the internet are less concerned about actually defending their argument, and more about whether other people will back it up.

Saying this, I can already hear people defending ratioing because of how it supposedly "puts people in their place" and makes them feel shame for what is mostly agreed to be the morally or intellectually incorrect way of analyzing a topic.

Again though, why should the focus of having an opinion be attempting to "prove" that it's the so-called "right" one through public approval which is also nothing more than simply a larger group of people's opinions?

Prefacing this by saying that I don't know if this is going to make sense, and there's a reasonable chance this is going to sound weird and off-putting, so I'll attempt to explain it as best possible.

From the time that people around me starting having it up until now, there's something that's so captivating about imaging the sex lives of people I know.

Not because I'm necessarily turned on by the surface level specifics of what they do, or how they look in the bedroom bare, but rather because of how one's sexual experiences seem to be such a separate and private part of one's life, and yet they contribute so much to the overall infinite complexity of the human experience.

Fetishes and kinks very quickly come to mind when I entertain such thoughts, especially the sentiment towards not kinkshaming.

Much like you might wonder what someone isn't saying when they talk to you depending on how close you are, you might also ponder what "does it for them" when there's no need to conceal anything, and how this hidden persona potentially affects their daily lives.

I feel as though these hypothetical imaginings are possibly the reason why so many queer people often jokingly (but sometimes not-so jokingly) make claims that seemingly straight passing men and women like to get pegged, or like to "munch box" respectively.

As humans, we seek community and relatability, and fantasizing about the private lives of others, even if based in complete fiction, is a way to not feel so trapped in our own existence.