The Nuances and Complexities of Digestion  There's something
that's been bothering me—and womankind in general, I suspect—for
quite some time: my bowels. (Between this and the pubic
rumination, I suppose it's increasingly clear that I'm going to
be the gross, TMI guest editor, as opposed to the gross, TMI
regular editors.)  I suspect most of us ladies have a love-hate
relationship with our digestive systems. Unless you've got some
fetish going on (no judgments!), there's not much to love about
the, uh, product—but don't try and tell me that you don't feel
better after taking care of business! Alternately, there are few
discomforts quite so exquisite as the overwhelming fullness of
constipation (not to mention the distended-belly-bloated visual
effect). And while we could talk and cringe all day about the
various sorts of backups and clog-causing situations, there's
one in particular that I find really troubling, one that seems,
in my uninformed opinion, scientifically inexplicable.  When I'm
traveling, I'm no