Miss Manners' Pasty Old Snatch? Yes Pls!

[agoutirex]

I janked this link from Edgyspice's LJ, but I'm not gonna link to her commentary on it because I left most of my following remarks as a comment there so I'll look like a big dork if I do. So here, conservutard Kevin Williamson writes a quasi-obituary of Bettie Page, which, like all conservative obituaries that aren't about Ronald Reagan, quickly

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True Story

[serendipity17]

If I were to use a fork at the breakfast table to eat something out of a bowl, my grandmother would ask "Do you have a spoon?" which means "You know you are only supposed to eat food in a bowl with a spoon, and I know you know this, so please kindly cease using the fork in your bowl, for you are offending my delicate sensibilities."

I grew up not being able to trust compliments as plain text, for they were always colored with at least two layers of subtext. My grandmother believed in only saying kind things to other people, so we often had to figure out what she was trying to communicate. We weren't allowed to raise our voices or roll our eyes. Actresses with low voices were praised for their pleasant tone. My sister and are both sopranos; we couldn't win there.

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[agoutirex]

Ooo, yeah, I know how relatives can be like that.

[edgyspice]

ilu <3

[agoutirex]

lol I try!

[hagdirt]

Yeah, my mom was a loyalist during the Sexual Revolution, and I don't understand her either. She can still put herself into apoplexy by remembering all those girls she knew in college who had sex and (direct quote) "got away with it." Horrors.

Of course, her own dad dragged her to the gynecologist on her first visit back home from college so he'd know if she "still had her cherry." So, apparently, the perversion descends through the generations. (But seriously? Read up on the father-daughter "purity balls" that go on in some parts of the country if you want a cheap, nauseating thrill. Yarg.)

[agoutirex]

Oh, God, purity balls. Those are seriously messed up on so many levels, like a never-ending onion of bizzarro sexual hang-ups.