A doctor explains why spicy food makes you poop

I imagine the pearly gates slowly opening and gleaming upon the Heavens in the same way the doors to my refrigerator unveil twinkling jars of salsa and shiny bottles of hot sauce. In high school, I kept a bottle of Frank’s RedHot in my locker at all times. Every night, I sleep in Sriracha boxers and a matching t-shirt. Eggs are incomplete without a generous scoop of habanero salsa on top.

Why the heck does this happen?

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