Hump Day Poll: Who Is Lookin' at Yours
Let's talk hoo-ha's. Vaginas. Bearded clam. Etc. (Or prostates, teabags, twig and berries.) My first gynecologist was a dude. An old dude. My mom's gynie because obviously when I went to her telling her some cad (the Mr) and I were thinking of doing the deed, she wanted me on the pill. I got in within a week which is unheard of these days. I walked in and waited in my paper gown until the first man to see the secret garden bounded in. Do you remember Larry "Bud" Melman from early Letterman? Let me refresh your memory: source Needless to say, after two years of visits with him, I came to the conclusion this man who told me PMS was "in my head" at 18 that I was not going to have someone looking at my parts that did own the same ones. I switched to a lady doctor with another name and began mouth leaking about how he didn't listen to me so I had to switch to a woman. She laughed and said "I know exactly what you ...
A slightly edgier version of Leave it to Beaver is about the only one that comes to mind. Mainly because we were a family of 5 and the Dad went to work every day while Mom ran the household. That held up for the most part until I got to high school and my older brothers were in college and left the home - that is when Mom decided to get a job working at a dress shop where she'd spend most if not all of her pay check on clothing from the store she worked at. I bet her boss loved having her there.
ReplyDeleteI would say Good Times. We grew up in a poor hardworking family. My parents were too proud to accept any aid except the free cheese. My dad was ahead of the times being bipolar before there were good meds for it. Also when mental illness was still in the closet with alot of shame. We had lots of laughs in spite of it all. I always thought we were the most effed up family ever. Now I feel like I won the family lottery, love them to pieces. "Tighter than pantyhose 2 sizes small"!
ReplyDeleteI'm an "only" too, and didn't watch much tv growing up. As a young adult I always wanted a group of people around me like on Friends, probably because I didn't have siblings and never had that kind of friend group where everyone was so close. I can't think of a tv shw that I actually see/saw myself in though.
ReplyDeleteI could never relate to the shows on tv because my living situation was so messed up. I lived two weeks with my mother, then two weeks with my father, so I literally lived out of a suitcase. I didn't know the kids where my mom lived because I didn't go to school there and she would drive me to my father's house every morning to go to school. My father didn't allow me to watch tv shows when he wasn't home, in particular the Brady Bunch (he said that that wasn't realistic...I guess because Mike and Carol weren't beating their kids?). He would come home at random times in the afternoon and would walk n and go right up to the tv to feel the back of it to see if it was warm. If it was, there was hell to pay. So any tv watching was done at my mom's and she didn't have cable. I used to get lost in cartoons though, always wishing my life could have been in one of those (like Strawberry Shortcake).
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