Thanks for asking. I found Aunty Em again. But obviously you aint been out in "public 'with a "number of women," lesser or major. ( and here I would like to aver that I have never met a lesser woman. And that includes the midget who once spent three days just bunking in our pad. [honest, she was way smart and made me question my political leanings] ) The one thing I will say is that, from my own experience, is that while women cannot approach the shear aromatical experience, they can and, often do, surpass the auditory qualities of the performance. Also I ask just what do you mean by "publicly"? Do you mean that if women aren't with men they aren't really "in public"? Or are you saying that a woman should fart in front of a man? I'm from the South and I know that a gentleman would never fart in the prescience of a lady. And if a lady should do so, then the gentleman should excuse himself and remove himself from her prescience, abjectly, apolojetectly, and I shall never show my ...face again. And I happen to like cucumber sandwiches, which the ladies seem to love, and which unfortunately do cause that gas that Auntie spoke of. And I gotta admit that when my oh so proper, true aunties, sitting in their twisted wire backed chairs at the tea shoppe, lean over on one buttock, rip out a loud one and say that's a relief, it's all I can do to keep from laughing so hard I fall on both my buttocks.

Men with their childish sense of humor think it the height of good humor to rip off a loud one in public. Women, sly and evil creatures that they are, have mastered the art of releasing SBD's (silent but deadly farts) while looking as though nothing has happened.

I will fart outside with no shame, indoors it's not that acceptable.