I must confess....when my mind is idle, I fantasize about watching powerful, famous or dignified people pooping. Because everybody poops.
The President poops. I imagine myself as a Secret Service agent guarding the restroom. I can hear the President on the toilet ordering air strikes on Porcelainistan, and then I catch a whiff of the presidential poop.
Martha Stewart poops. I get a little horny when I fantasize about her….I watch her baking moist brownies, and pinching the loaves as they exit her warm oven.
How about the Pope? Yep, the pope poops too. Probably hikes up his cassock, plops down on his other papal throne, then performs baptism of a baby ruth.
The queen of england poops. I fantasize being her royal nurse, waiting on Her Majesty as she sits on a gold-plated toilet reading tabloids about the latest royal scandals. The scandals do not help Her Majesty's constipation, so I give her an enema and wash her wrinkly royal butt cheeks after she expels.
The only powerful person I don't fantasize about is the king of north korea. I heard he doesn't poop.
Everybody poops, but we have evolved an aversion to displaying this natural action, unlike dogs that happily sniff each other's anuses and poop. Could be a cultural thing, and people may be less shy in other countries….I remember a youtube documentary on India's lack of toilets....they showed people pooping in public on an open muddy plain.