Years ago, I bought the "Elvira, Mistress of the Dark" movie on VCR. The older boy and I watched it, cackling throughout and discussing the relative awesomeness of the car. I wandered off for some reason, and the hubby took my seat. So I watched the climatic Everything Burns But the Hero scene from the kitchen door.
Then the big OMG VEGAS AT LAST!!! happy ending. Of course a big Elvira Duz Vegas Show With Lots of Hot Oily Men, but it ends with the infamous Titty Twirls. My son's eyes went like this: ((O.O)) only bigger. My husband dropped his jaw, gaping in HORROR at the Mistress of the Macabes swinging jugs. He was horrified!!!
Me? I was HOLY COW THAT IS THE MOST IMPRESSIVE THING ON THE PLANET I WANT TO LEARN HOW TO TWIRL MY TITTIES!!! (This probably totally negated anything even remotely sexual about Elvira's flyin' girls for my poor boy.)
We later all had to come to the agreement that Dad thinks its demeaning and objectifying for her to spin her hooters (and the gratuitous oily guys?? Come on man!). Mom thinks it's awesome and hey, a gal's gonna twirl 'em if she's got 'em in a Vegas show. Kid thinks we're crazy, and will commit hari kari if Mom ever twirls hers where he could ever possibly learn about it.
It's good to have family conversations about Boobs.
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horizonchaser's family movie night sounds awesome.
qwp.