There was one camping trip when I was a teen in Girl Scouts where the main pass time was telling dirty jokes. Or rather, the main pass time was others telling dirty jokes, and me not getting them. Eventually someone actually asked my mom's permission to explain them to me. Yes, my mom was along, and her permission was actually requested. Apparently because I was an innocent (which I was, but only because someone neglected to explain certain details of certain things to me...) and somehow my friends felt that they needed permission to taint my ears with explanations.
That camping trip turned out to be quite informative.
Then I joined a women's choir at the age of 17. I was easily the youngest, and I got used to people covering my ears at certain jokes. Once I even caught the director motioning the people behind me to protect my ears. I took it in good humor, though I noticed that when someone younger than me eventually joined she never got the same treatment. I guess she didn't look as innocent as me, with her multiple piercings and blue hair.
But I thought all this was in the past. I am 23 years old now, surely people don't think that I need to be protected?
Guess again, Sarita.
Last evening someone didn't want to tell me about her "closet stalker" (don't ask) because I look too innocent and she didn't want to shock me. I did eventually get her to tell me, and rather than being shocked I laughed. Well, I was a little shocked, but not too much. And the guy wasn't really a stalker.
I admit though, I am slightly miffed that people still think that my ears need to be protected from certain facts of life. What do I need to do? Get a tattoo of a skull and crossbones tattooed on my forehead?
2 comments:
Maddening, but not worth a tattoo!
Yeah, and especially not on my forehead.
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