Editor’s Note: This article is adapted from a talk given by Carrot at a college symposium. The views expressed here do not necessarily represent the view of theDIHEDRAL.
Last year I gave a talk about radishes, and followed that talk by eating a radish, I hope that trend doesn’t continue this year!
Let’s talk shit!
As you can imagine, there are a lot of different ways to talk shit. One of those ways is by simply knowing your shit! Did you know that wombats shit cubes, or that capybaras produce two types of shit? One that’s similar to most other animals, namely brown and devoid of nutritional value, and another that’s filled with the extra nutrients that were not used during digestion. This nutrient rich capybara shit, can later be consumed by other capybaras lacking nutritional content. Examples like this however, are simply shit facts.
A more philosophical approach to talking shit is explored in detail by philosopher Rebecca Roache in her new book For F*cks Sake: Why Swearing is Shocking, Rude, and Fun. Roache has been exploring the ethics of swearing for a long time. Drawing the conclusion that swearing is beneficial in communicating, fostering social intimacy, helping people withstand pain, curbing violent impulses, and an important way to gain acceptance and respect. Given her findings, Roache concludes that we should swear more and not bother using asterisks.
I tend to agree with Roache about swearing, but when it comes to talking shit, I imagine a different conversation altogether.
When I think of talking shit, it usually amounts to talking about someone behind their back in a way often considered less than flattering. I think the non-asterisk expression for talking shit is called gossip. While gossip is sometimes considered disrespectful it does play an important role in the history of human interactions.
My grandma is from a family of 17, and her mom, my great-grandma, as she got older would sit in the middle of family conversations just drinking in the juicy family gossip. In turn, my grandma had 10 kids of her own, and she used to sit in the middle of family conversations drinking in the juicy family gossip. I’m pretty sure I excelled at school primarily because I never wanted to be the focus of those Saturday morning coffee clutches. If one of my 70 cousins got in trouble or failed a test, they would get roasted by a bunch of middle aged women sitting around talking shit. If another cousin got drunk, stole a tractor, crashed into a barn, and started an entire field of hay on fire, you better believe that they would get raked over the coals in this communal gossip circle. Of course this didn’t just take place in my family, it took place in your family too, and among your friends, enemies, and colleagues.
When we professors leave the classroom, if you think that the only thing we talk about is philosophy, physics, or psychology, then you are sorely mistaken. Just like students talking shit about a class, we can talk shit with the best of them. The same goes for administrators, politicians, priests, baristas, anglers, doctors, and anyone else with a pulse.
To share a little gossip; one of my favorite stories is when one of our colleagues, an English professor, upset with the current political climate on our campus, quit his job in the middle of the semester, just so he could run for the college board, win, and incite significant positive change from within. I also remember hearing about a post on Craigslist from a student who was sleeping with a married man who used to teach in the system. She gave his initials and was looking to find out who else he might be sleeping with. At my previous college a faculty member in the English department (why is it always the English department?) was caught having sex with a student in the teachers lounge. Brazen!!! It doesn’t stop in the halls of academia, the hook up culture at my climbing gym is impossible to keep track of. The amount of insane information I’ve heard over the years would shock you, it would also entertain you to no end, because people love gossip!
Unfortunately, gossip and talking shit can be hurtful, so why do we do it?
We do it for the same reason that capybaras shit vitamins and wombats shit bricks. We’ve evolved to talk shit.
Language is a complex and unique skill, and while it can get people into trouble, it also gave us Homo Sapiens an immense evolutionary advantage. There are several theories regarding the evolution of this unique skill, but at the heart of those ideas lies two complementary explanations.
The first cites the usefulness in sharing information about survival. Language allows animals to communicate information about potential threats. A bird squawking or a monkey howling can serve as a warning that a predator is near. Human language can go a step further. “A modern human can tell her friends that this morning, near the bend in the river, she saw a lion tracking a herd of bison”.1 She can describe the exact location and details, then together they can communicate to decide what to do next, which includes anything from hiding, to tracking the lion and taking the bison for themselves. Fun fact about Bison shit…did you know that a single dung pat can produce over three thousand flies over two weeks?
Anyway…
The second explanation agrees that sharing information about the world is an important aspect of language, but the most important information wasn’t about lions and bison, but rather other people. Our language has evolved as a way of talking shit, gossiping.
As researcher Yuval Noah Harari puts it “It is not enough for individual men and women to know about the whereabouts of lions and bison. It’s much more important for them to know who in their bands hates whom, who is sleeping with whom, who is honest, and who is a cheat”.2
Without this new level of social interaction which matured 70 millennia ago our ancestors could not have developed the vast network of human interactions that we are all part of today. Reliable information about who could be trusted and who couldn’t, allowed small groups to develop more sophisticated means of communication thus allowing far broader means of communication and interaction.
Talking shit didn’t start and end when Sapiens began migrating from Africa in large groups. We have taken this skill and mastered it to the point that almost all forms of communication involve some level shit talk. Outside of work and school, think about the majority of your interactions. How much involves gossip? Think about your social media, the shows you watch, and even the news. There is gossip everywhere.
Did you see this morning that Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce broke up? That is essentially useless information, but it’s information that not only causes people to lose their shit, it also brings people together. Now, in this case, that information is bullshit, but we all know the stir it will cause if ever it comes to fruition.
Talking shit has gotten a lot of people in trouble over the years, but it has also led to the most advanced civilization with the most intricate level of communication that the world has ever known.
Talking shit can’t be avoided, but there are more and less healthy ways to engage. There is a fine line between spreading rumors and building trust, but that however is another topic for another day.
What is important to note for now is that shit is a part of life on earth. Whether it’s shitting nutrition or talking shit about nutrition, whether we like it or not, we are all full of shit!

- Harari, Yuval N. author. Sapiens : a Brief History of Humankind. New York :Harper, 2015.
- Harari, 23.

My mother was too polite to tell anyone they were full of shit. She said full of prunes.
The word shit comes in handy. I would often ask my patients how they were feeling. If they said “fine”, I knew they were lying, since they were in a hospital and mostly trauma patients, so they were almost certainly in pain. If they said “like shit”, I knew they were honest and I could work with that. If they followed with an apology, I’d let them know that none was needed.
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Full of prunes is so sweet!!!
I had a student come into my office today to tell me he had “dick cancer”. I told him I needed to meet his Dr. because that is a refreshingly vivid diagnosis. Turns out he doesn’t have “dick cancer” but rather some issue with his prostate. I’m happy to hear he didn’t have cancer, but a little saddened that some Dr. didn’t give that as a real diagnosis.
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That was a great shitty read. I really enjoyed the mess out of it. It makes me feel less guilty about my potty mouth and I like that. Now if you can help with the F* word, that would be some shit… ok, I’ll stop now. Thanks for the interesting article.
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The upside : with luck your patient had finally learned something about his own anatomy that could be useful.
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“…why is it always the English department?” Poetry, Carrot, seriously, journals and office hours. I could tell you stories, but…
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Haha…I am sure you could!!!
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Martha, I was thinking…that could be your next book!
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The thought crossed my mind, but not a good idea… English teachers — a kid reads a poem, a teacher helps said kid understand it, the poem reaches the kid’s heart and sensibilities and the next thing you know, the kid’s walking into a tutorial center reading a poem from the Tao Te Ching to the professor saying, “That’s you!!!” That one works out to be a great friendship, and the kid and teacher are hiking pals for YEARS AND he asks her to officiate at his wedding so she gets certified to do that BUT his dad is a minister so she backs off feeling it would be a bad way for the kid and his bride to kick off their new life.
OR lets say aforementioned professor has all his/her CDs stolen and mentions it in class as a reminder to kids to lock their cars and pretty soon a kid comes walking into the tutorial center with a CD wrapped in silver paper, “This is my favorite. You need it to start your new collection.”
Or a kid brings the aforementioned teacher a bottle of very expensive and rare tequila for Christmas which the teacher will not accept.
Ah the best! Kid learns how to write a businesslike proposal and uses his new skills to write a fund-raising letter to sell T-shirts to help victims in NYC in 2001. He’s so excited about these new skills — and how well they work (he goes to NYC to give the money to the victims) that it changes his life. The professor is really happy, too, because most kids think it’s bogus. Out of this grows a friendship that results in the kid (a pro-surfer!) hiking the San Juan de Compostelo, injuring his foot, rehabbing on the Spanish coast, helping clean up an oil spill and then joining some new friends and going to Morocco where he climbs one of the High Atlas Mountains. “It was really hard,” he tells the professor. “I could hardly breathe at the top.” No one ever told the kid about altitude. “But I wanted to climb it because I knew YOU would want to climb it.”
Wow. Now the GOSSIP around these stories would probably have been (and was!) a LOT different from the stories themselves, so no book for me. 😀
Not all of the crushes kids get on English teachers are prurient. Some of them are inspiring. BUT…the aforementioned professor, in his/her student days, was hit on by lascivious English professors who were really used to students putting out for a higher grade. Yep. A couple of books maybe… One of his/her profs married a new student every few years. It’s pretty weird out there in academia.
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Of course, none of those things would ever really happen, right? 😉 Hey, at least in academia you don’t have to worry about HIPAA.
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None of it. 😂
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That was/is amazing! Thank you for the cliff notes at least, these are by far the best experiences we can ask for!
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Yep. 💚
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Much simpler : English professors have got the gift of the gab. (Autocorrect said “gift of the grab.”)
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I’m not sure AutoCorrect is wrong. 🤣
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