I did it, guys. It was a total accident. I couldn’t hide it, blame it on the cat, or pretend I didn’t hear it. I farted in front of my boyfriend.

I know some girls are totally comfortable rippin’ ‘em in front of their significant others. In fact, I’m not sure I know any girl as uptight as I am about bodily functions in front of their boyfriends. I will continue to deny that I ever make any unpleasant bodily functions.

It’s been a long few days being snowed in and I may have caught an episode or two of “Sex and the City” and they addressed this issue exactly. Carrie was in bed with her boyfriend and let on sneak by the goalie. In her embarrassment, she ran out of the bedroom, only confirming what the boyfriend thought he heard. While talking to a friend, she confesses:

“I farted in front of him.”

“It’s okay! You’re human!”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t need to know that!”

I feel the same way. I’d prefer to keep the veil that women are made of sugar and spice and everything nice and their insides are simply made of rainbows and cupcakes. I suppose the cat’s out of the bag now. I guess I just wonder why I’m so uptight around my boyfriend but so…lax around my friends and family. What’s the big difference? Why are girls so different? Why don’t guys have the same shame about their bodily functions?