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Coprophobia (Poop Phobia)


I have a dream...

Coprophobia is defined as "An abnormal abhorrence of defecation and feces." I'm no doctor, but isn't it surprising that we all don't have this? After all, it's poop people. We evolved to hate poop. If our ancestors didn't fear feces (note to self, add 'Fear Feces' to possible band name list), and instead decided to eat it, or smear it all over their legs, then there's a good chance the human race wouldn't have made it this far because poop is 40% nasty, infectious bacteria, and a 100% the single most disgusting thing on earth. What if one day you were cleaning up some dog poo and it accidentally got in your mouth---and what if that dog poo was all white---like it used to turn in 1970s*---everyone knows that the white ones were the worse. Can you imagine anything more horrifying? 


Sadly, the majority of people have never even heard of Coprophobia.  If only there was a way to get the message out to the masses so we can start raising money to find a cure---or at least start a support group. Or even better, why can't science come up with a cure to the nastiness of pooping in general? Like maybe a drug that alters the poop, so when it comes out it looks and smells like jelly beans? I bet if people knew about this ailment, they'd be working on that right now. I'm just spit balling here, but maybe people could post a video on Facebook of themselves pouring ice water over their heads---or something like that---I bet that would raise awareness.




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* Why doesn't dog poop turn white any more? Global warming? Lawn fertilizer? The extinction of bees?

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