Until I was about six, I thought:
A guilt trip was something grownups actually took because they were mad at someone. It lasted all weekend and was always to someplace that you really wanted to go. But you didn't get to. Because you were bad.
Every grownup got actual bills in the mail marked "YOUR DUES," which they had to pay or, presumably, they got yelled at and/or had to go back to school and start over at being a grownup. (I was unclear on the consequences and how this actually worked.)
Adultery was called adultery because that's just what adults did. (To be fair, this was due to the media and not due to a childhood spent with blatantly adulterous parents.)
. . .
Now, I think all of that is hilarious, but it is kind of appalling in retrospect.
I'm not sayin' I don't love my parents. I'm not sayin' that they were bad people who did bad things. I'm just sayin' make sure your kiddos don't have any reason to think these things are true, 'kay?
X-posted from Dreamwidth.
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