Sure farts are gross and crude, but a lot depends on context, where and when it happens. What makes us human is the ability to laugh at our flaws and foibles.
Here's a brief out-of-context excerpt from a modern children's lit book. And yeah, I think it's more of a guy thing but with gals becoming more like guys these days, it's probably becoming embraced by "all" sexes.
Kippy showed them the seed, which looked like half of a set of golden wings.
"You put it under your tongue and bite on it a little," he said, "and then you blow on it, like this."
Kippy demonstrated and made a shrill, whistling sound. Charles and Gino tried. Sure enough, the seeds sang. And when a lot of seeds sang, it was like a chorus humming. All three joined the seed chorus and turned their attention back toward the park.
"Hey," Kippy shouted, "there's the Tongue"
The figure near the riverbank was hazy, but it sure did look like him. Kippy and Gino called but the figure didn't seem to hear. Charles slipped back for fear of being seen. Then one of the policemen got out of the car and motioned to the person, pointing towards the fence. The person waved at the policeman and said something, and the seed chorus quieted to hear.
"Hair-ee Fiddlefarts!" the shouts filled the void. "Hair-ee Fiddlefarts! Hair-ee Fiddlefarts!"
It was the Tongue's trademark expression. He made it up the day "Leaning Head" Louie, their principal, came to class and Harry Bassarass passed this loud, long, disgustingly pungent barrage of gas. The policeman started to walk towards the Tongue, who took off. Kippy and Gino began shouting.
"Tongue! Tongue! Tongue!"
Soon other kids joined in.
"Tongue! Tongue! Tongue!" nearly all the kids were chanting as the Tongue scampered away and the policeman turned back.
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