I can be pretty dim sometimes. This morning, after *mumble* years, I finally made the connection between "coming out" in the sense of disclosing that you're LGBT, and "coming out" in the sense of being a debutante.
It seems so blindingly and achingly obvious now that I find it hard to believe I was ever unaware of the link. It's exactly the sort of thing I'd have expected me to know. But I didn't - until today I'd thought the phrase was entirely from "coming out of the closet". How come I didn't make the link with "coming out party" and stuff like that? I'd just assumed it was a happy neologism, sprinkled with a dose of camp, and entirely failed to notice that it was exactly the same words as "coming out party". Astonishing.
Brains are strange.
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