Awkward personal moments

[azurelunatic]

So Nora and I were chatting away and the topic of older couples sharing an email address came up. I scrabbled around for an (in)appropriately awkward and personal comparison.

"Would you rather share a personal primary email address or poop in front of them?"

Now in long-term cohabiting relationships with one bathroom, this is eventually going to happen. Camping trips. Wacky misunderstandings. Medical emergencies or the like.

Now I have stopped thinking about married-type relationships and started thinking about all the random other people in my life and applying this test.

Mortal enemy? Poop. Just once, and there's a limited amount of griefable material in poop. Email is unlimited.

Parents? Poop. Been there, done that.

Comments

[silverflight8]

Excretion, though good grief, one should not have to make these decisions! *laughs nervously*

[azurelunatic]

One should not! And yet there are people who don't see why sharing a personal primary email address is any kind of a big deal. Thus the search for an inappropriately appropriate comparison.

[silverflight8]

It *is* reading someone's mail. Literally. And I like my correspondence, which is usually about books and bills and random other conversation from godknowswhat, to be private. It's irrational.

[azurelunatic]

I find it entirely reasonable, if not responsive to argument. It's one of the things you (and I) have marked as personal and private beyond even the interests of a partner. I suspect some people who are ok sharing email might balk at letting a husband root around in a purse, for example.