What freakish woman would want to lose her virginity more than once? I think the doctors responsible should hang with the fertility guy in CA that let the Bubble Gum Machine unemployed mom of 6-7 have another eight. OY?
I remember my mother telling me about hymenoplasty when I was about nine, and being completely mystified as to why anyone would find the idea attractive. Nearly two decades and some significant understanding of cultural attitudes later, I'm still pretty damn close to that mystified nine-year-old.
I remember my mother telling me about hymenoplasty when I was about nine
...And riiiight here is the moment when I realized that you are under a moral obligation to, at some point in your near future, write an autobiography. There are some conversations I'm glad never came up, much less at nine.
*laughs* It's less my autobiography as a whole that's interesting as my relationship with my mother. It's not that it's inverted the way some kids' are with their parents (I'm thinking Judy Garland and Liza Minelli, especially), but there've been a number of specific topics that I've always been ahead of her on, or that she'd react to with shock and I'd just shrug. Given that she's a naturally enthusiastic person, I'm thinking that a lot of it is me being used to her reacting with shock, and developing that jadedness as a reaction to her. :)
Ah, you see, that makes much more sense. For some reason I had it imagined as some topic she'd brought up -- in the kitchen, chopping onions, talking about something like, I dunno, bicycle seats or something and then she stops for a second, tilts her head, and says, "Oh, you know what that reminds me of...?"
No, she did bring it up, albeit in a somewhat more direct manner. As I recall it was during one of her tirades about beauty standards and feminism and whatnot, and how different cultures consider different things "normal".
Sounds a bit like my mother, but she didn't do tirades. In fact, when Gilmore Girls first aired, she and I pointed at each other and said, "That's us!" She and I have witty rapid-fire randomly started dialogs about bizarre things. She's an artist (so is my dad) and a former fashion illustrator and anatomist, and she and I talked all about sex when I was six years old, for example. She just got named the best figure-drawing teacher in the Hamptons, so we've been discussing the female body a lot lately, what it means to be female and all the Interesting Things That Happen To Our Bodies. When my father was going through his surrealist period, influenced so deeply by Salvador Dali that some of his paintings were mistaken for Dali's actual work, Mom and I liked to dissect his human figures. He was also sculpting stone into human figures that resembled mythological creatures, and she and I had lots of fun with that.
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...And riiiight here is the moment when I realized that you are under a moral obligation to, at some point in your near future, write an autobiography. There are some conversations I'm glad never came up, much less at nine.
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When my father was going through his surrealist period, influenced so deeply by Salvador Dali that some of his paintings were mistaken for Dali's actual work, Mom and I liked to dissect his human figures. He was also sculpting stone into human figures that resembled mythological creatures, and she and I had lots of fun with that.
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