It feels like the entire world is pissed off.
I’m watching Fight Club and the airport scene reminds me of something from my childhood. Gather ‘round kids.
I was probably around 12 years old, sitting on the couch in the living room reading a book. I don’t remember what book I was reading, but it mentioned a dildo. My dad was in the room with me so I asked him what a dildo was. This was before the internet when a person couldn’t just type a question into a browser. My dad-browser said, ”Ask your sister.” My sister was only 4 years older than me. If he was uncomfortable talking to me about such subjects, why didn’t he say “Ask your mom”? Why my sister?
I told my sister about this years later and we laughed and laughed.
I never did ask my sister what a dildo was. I managed to figure it out on my own, and of course I died of embarrassment when I thought back on it.
I can’t believe I asked my dad that question.