There was a time when I was a kid recovering from an awful bout of the flu and something finally loosened in my sinuses and I hawked up two balls of snot literally the size of marbles.

I was in awe.

There was a day when a Lady never admitted to hacking up, excreting, oozing, or expelling anything. Now it's a major motion picture or a topic for Oprah during sweeps week. Today, love has to be so much more than blind.

Hey. At least we don't make fart jokes. Or, not as many as men do, at least.

Actually, we don't all think 'fart' jokes are all that funny. We just don't want to be vulnerable to the indefensible charge of not being a 'real' man. It's just like big breasts. I've always found every part of a woman sexually arousing. Every line, every curve, every angle--and everything else that stimulates the other senses. Those that feel none of these things can only point to the most obvious difference between clothed men and women--breasts. And following that logic, 'big' must mean more sexy. I don't see it that way. But sometimes just saying "yeah" when someone points out big breasts is a lot easier. Also safer than questioning their manhood. I've always found it amusing that when I've told a small-breasted woman how sexy she was, she questioned mine.

And I never said that I didn't see those major motion pictures.

All this from snot....

Hey. I've always had bad allergies: snot is an enduring theme in my life.

And I happen to think the slim, small-breasted women are sexy as hell--particularly those with dark hair.

Me too!

Including the snot...

There's that fascinating scene in Lady Chatterly's Lover wherein the gamekeeper Lady C is sleeping with says something about the fact that she's the kind of woman who isn't afraid to shit. (I'll have to look it up now: it struck me at the time as a very earthy passage.)

Very earthy indeed!
I only skimmed "Lady C's Lover" as a randy teenager, stopping only when the right words caught my eyes. Your cited passage didn't make it...