The Humorous Posterior
Six Ways My Butt Has Failed Me
And one way it has not

I don’t need anyone else to tell me that my butt is not everything it ought to be. I am self-aware, self-pitying, and self-loathing, and the inferiority of my butt is a fact I won’t dispute. It is mediocrity in the shape of a peach. Here are six ways that my butt has failed me, and one way it has not.
- My Butt Has Never Made Me a Dime. It doesn’t seem to matter how much I shake it, my “moneymaker” generates no liquid assets. Maybe it’s a non-profit butt? An altruistic butt? Available for charity events? A 501c3 butt? Even at those prices, my butt is not selling. Somehow, svelte as I may be, the supply of my butt far outpaces demand.
- My Butt Couldn’t Manage That One Fart That One Time. October 2004. Walking down the northeast stairwell of Jefferson High School, Plainfield, NJ, and just as I hit the bottom step, a tiny but easily discernable fart escapes. I know it’s discernable because someone entering the stairwell at that moment discerns it. Butt!
- My Butt Fell Asleep at a Concert, New Years, 2012. My butt has no culture, high or low, and was ungrateful for the opportunity to experience Yo-Yo Ma’s performance of The Nutcracker. How can they call this “falling to sleep,” this tingling numbness striking sharper than a serpent’s tooth? Damn the resplendently uncomfortable seats of Lincoln Center!
- My Butt Got Drunk and did Karaoke in Korea. Captured to Instagram and seen by my grandmother, who follows my butt’s account because she’s supportive that way. My butt in Seoul, wasted on Soju, singing the Meat Loaf Song Book. At Thanksgiving, my butt asks for the ham and my grandmother refuses, saying, “I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that!” Grandma!
- My Butt is Going to Hell. Despite attending the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Augusta, Maine, for years, listening to sermons on topics ranging from “Alternative Metaphorical Schema of Christmas Pudding” to “C’mon People!” my butt will, when rapture comes, be the left behind.
- My Butt is Stupid Looking. I can’t even.
One way my butt has not failed me:
- Healthy Poops. I’ve written about this before. Many sins can be forgiven when that wave of grace overtakes you, ecstasy settles into your colon, and you are allowed the joy of a healthy poop. So, credit where due: thanks, butt! You aren’t good at much, but you’ve got this!




