|From the Poo Pourri Campaign - not technically the same bodily function|
but the visual was too perfect to pass up.
I hefted my 1950s floral skirt around my waist, quickly de-briefed and plunked myself down on the toilet. The subsequent sneeze hit me completely unprepared. One minute I was having a genteel little tinkle, the next - I was projectile peeing. It was as if a water balloon had been tossed from a great height against a wall. Two enormous sneezes wracked through my body. Upon their completion, I resembled a hurricane survivor. Damp from the waist down, pee on the toilet seat, pee on the floor in front of the toilet seat and pee on the wall 6 feet away from the toilet seat. It was impressive. I hadn't thought there could be that much urine in a gal's bladder. I had underestimated my innate power.
It made me think: Incontinent, post-partum women will be our champions. Raging forest fires can and will be extinguished with feminine aid. Planes full of weak-bladdered women surrounded by pepper-filled pot-pourri sachets will be launched into the skies. Primed with full bladders (having drunk their weight in their beverage of choice), taking deep breaths of sneeze-inducing pepper, legions of leaky ladies will let loose and obliterate fires from above. We are the new super heroes. Clad not in capes, but crotchless panties, we will save the world.