Married to a Pig hit a nerve when she wrote that she was repulsed by her husband's need to share his bodily functions with her. She found it a giant turnoff. Today we hear from women who more or less agree.

YASMINE: I've been living with my boyfriend for nine years. He was beginning to disgust me. I didn't want to be a nagging girlfriend, but I had finally had enough. I did a lot to try to look good for him — sexy underwear, pedicures, bikini waxes, high heels and skirts. And what did I get in return? Nothing.

One night, I finally asked him, "When did you stop caring about turning me on?" I pointed out what I did for him and asked him if he thought passing gas, belching and walking around the house in his tighty-whities was a turn on. When he agreed it wasn't, I asked if he could make an effort to be more cognizant of his bodily functions around me. He said he would. Sometimes he slips back into old habits. When he does I say, "That's hot!" or "That's so sexy!" He gets the message.

ADDIE: My husband and I will talk to one another through the door when one of us is going to the bathroom and think nothing of it. A lot of times it's: "Honey, I'm out of toilet paper. Can you get some for me?" I guess the fact that there's a door separating us makes it seem OK.

Now that we have a larger shower, we love to share it. Most of the newer homes we've looked at seem to encourage it — with dual showerheads, tons of room, etc.

I think Married to a Pig has hang-ups and problems beyond bathroom issues. I'm not at all dissatisfied with our sex life, and I know my husband feels the same way. We'll be married 18 years in August, and our relationship keeps getting better. We communicate, and we're considerate of one another. Then again, maybe it's the shared shower time.

ELOISE: I've been married for 14 years to a man whose family finds it humorous to pass gas and belch at the table, or talk about passing gas and belching and bowel movements at the table. But he totally hid this gross side of himself until our wedding day. I felt blindsided.

Now he has our two children thinking it's OK to openly pass gas and belch at the table. It upsets me very much, and I often can't finish my meal because I'm so disgusted. When I protest, they laugh. I grew up in a very low-key German household where these things were done in private. My husband grew up with a loud, boisterous Italian family that thinks these things are just another part of life.

I was also raised not to comment when someone passes gas, so as not to embarrass them. My husband and children, on the other hand, relish in pointing out when someone around them has passed gas. They even rate it on a scale of 1 to 10! Needless to say, this behavior also carries over into our bedroom, but I'm too polite to let my husband know he grosses me out.

How do you feel about this sort of personal stuff?

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