Meanwhile in my coffee shop, happening right now, a couple walks in, sees another couple they know, proceeds to have a screaming conversation with each other for about 20 minutes now in a performatively excited mode while there are four other tables, all with single occupants doing work, glaring at them evilly.…

Likewise, mate. I told your poop shaming story to the same old guy in the car as we were driving up to a climb on Sunday. He thought that was great.

Sadly, it is even worse now. I decided I just couldn’t do wilderness education anymore when we were told that in many state and national parks using the “cat-hole” method of pooing in the woods was no longer acceptable.

Don’t give a flying hoot if this is TMI but I FINALLY GOT SOME YOU GUYS. AFTER LIKE 2 YEARS. I HAD FORGOTTEN ALL ABOUT HOW TO USE MY LADYBITS, AND NOW I REMEMBER AND IT’S GLORIOUS. DO OTHER PPL KNOW ABOUT THIS????

I mean, I’d never poop in a stream or anything like that, but I always just covered my dumps.

The S.D. I once took in a National Forest still plagues me with guilt to this day! But I’m notoriously bad at letting things go. Can I forgive myself?

When I was in my mid-20s I was going through a really bad time at work and I had really bad periods anyway, but stress made them a lot worse. I was under a lot of pressure and agreed to go hiking with friends and my visiting mom (we don’t have the kind of relationship where you talk openly about periods or anything,…

Was this rehab effective? I’ve never been to rehab but I feel like the stress of living outside would make getting sober harder. Am I totally off base here?

Thanks for the link. Never really thought about that, and I’m a medium distance hiker.

This is not my woods poop story, but the story of one of my best climbing pals. He used to spend summers in the ‘70s in Chamonix doing alpine climbs and guiding, but because he and his pals were always broke af, they would rough camp all summer. That meant they dug a latrine trench. Well, toward the end of one…

I don’t think anyone actually pooped their pants in this situation, but I went to a summer camp that only had a stall bathroom and was almost always in use. Lots of people had bad stomachaches and cramps from holding their poops.

A poo-shaming circle. Ha ha. I love it.

This story is the best.

I’m stifling laughter like an emphysematic crone to avoid waking up my 2 year old. Great story, and well told!

You haven’t been to hell until you’ve accidentally put a limb into the latrine while trying to maintain a squat, while wiping, while not getting it on your pants or underwear.

Hahahaha, could be. Back around Christmas, I had made a comment on Reddit and a user there replied with... “Mom?” I just thought it was a joke and a minute later, my son was in my doorway and asked, “Do you use Reddit?” Oh, man. The internet is a small place sometimes.

I love this so much

This is amazing. Thank you.

I am crying laughing. You win: this contest, AND my heart.

Story 1: So, let me offer the following backstory: I’m lactose intolerant. That’s it, that’s the whole backstory.