Boor: (n) an unrefined, ill-mannered person.
You may think you’re being transparent or even clever–but others might find you to be a boor.
In other words, distasteful.
But at the root of all comedy–which is really the best doorway to mutual human understanding–is a certain amount of surprising revelation.
Yet there is a reason we disdain bathroom humor, even though we all take a crap.
So what can we share without people squinting and expressing their disapproval over our candor?
Tricky business, huh?
For instance, I could tell you that I enjoy farting. It is very true. But there is a certain amount of my readership that would assert that such a confession is classless. They would feel superior to me. Even if I explained that I try to do most of my farting under the covers, and not welcome others to visit, or that the relief it gives to my tummy has an almost supernatural-salvation sensation, I would still be in danger of being cast into the role of the boor, who must be segregated from the decent folk.
So to keep from being an outcast, I would never, ever admit to you that I relish farting.
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