Pissing myself laughing at post #5.
Three occasions spring instantly to mind.
1. After my parents divorced my father, who is black, dated a beautician, also black, who talked him into trying the Billy Dee Williams look. This required he straighten his hair and put curlers in it to get the wave just so. When he took me to visit my aunt one time I noticed that she had the same hair dryer (
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2. My bf in university, D, was best friends with B who was the bf of my friend, J.
D, along with friends, took B to a strip club for his birthday. Later that year J and I were considering going to see male strippers. D forbade it, as if. I pointed out the hypocrisy of this since D and B had gone to see strippers why couldn't we. J had apparently not been told of this. Oops. Cue fireworks.
3. I'm uncomfortable at funerals. I blather. I should have my mouth taped shut. At the funeral of a friends grandparent I became aware of what had come out of my mouth only when I saw the stunned expression on the widow. I had just related how my grandmother had died on her wedding anniversary, a year, to the day, after her husband had passed.
