Merriam-Webster, on the other hand, defines coprophilia matter-of-factly as “marked interest in excrement.” “Wolfman” Mozart and Jonathan Swift are two notables with whom we associate the word. If you’ve never read Swift’s “The Lady’s Dressing Room,” by all means do so. Click here.
I bring up this seldom used word because this afternoon as I was relaxing at Folly Beach’s most interesting outdoor square footage, Chico Feo, a lithe, attractive witty woman in her twenties upon exiting what Chaucer called a “privy” announced, “I like to describe my poop with movie titles.”
“Poop” was the word she used.
“For example,” she continued, “that was Children of Corn.”
I’m not making this up.
Tyler, the bartender said, “A River Runs through It.”
A bearded cat with a handlebar mustache: “Splash.”
The original woman: “The Nutty Professor.”
I would be proud for her to be the mother of my grandchildren.