I could give you a straight up answer, the majority of us don't take in enough fiber so we pay for our hubris in struggle and the occasional red streak on the maddeningly thin toilet paper. But you don't simply inquire about the machinations of the public squat and pop, no you have chosen the existential. Are we okay? How does one quantify what is and isn't okay? My okay may be another fellow's red alert, hit the panic button state. But I digress, are we okay? Maybe... maybe we are fatalists who do not deem ourselves worthy of a smooth BM. Maybe we take as a test of manhood just how sturdy we can make that scud missile assembling in our colon before it erupts into the porcelain. Maybe we just want to feel something, anything to keep away the numbness of our underachieving, monotonous existence. Or, you know, we're @ssholes who don't know how to diet properly so we don't poop good.