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Oh sweet mystery of life, i've found you

I still remember this song from the Mel Brooks movie Young Frankenstein.  Isn't it strange the things that stick in your head and never go away?

That movie is one.  Mel Brooks movies in general.  I think I must have been at that very impressionable age when they were popular.  I know I was too young to be watching them, but that I did.  I didn't understand half the humor, but the fact that these were movies for "adults" made them attractive to me.

The movie "High Anxiety" with the nurse who had a secret bondage closet.  Wowza.  What was THAT?  I thought it was funny but I knew there was more to it than I was understanding.

Wide eyes.

The Pink Panther movies.......I waited the ENTIRE movie for the Pink Panther to return and was SO BORED with everything aside from Kato.  My parents thought that was hysterical.  No one explained to me that this was not the cartoon version of Pink Panther.

WTF.  I was so mad.

When my kids were growing up I tried not to run and turn the channel, or in our case, pause the movie, when they entered the room during a "grown up" movie.  Because I knew from experience that it would only cause them to investigate further on their own without context.  I wanted to explain and have a conversation about what they saw.  You know, bore the shit out of them. 

I was raised were certain things were not ever talked about but I was supposed to know.  I would get in trouble and that was how I learned........retrospect.  Rules were not defined, I never knew which end was up and which parent was going to be angry with me for what reason.  It was always a land mine situation.  Tread very lightly, and very quietly and you stood a better chance of not getting blown up.

I stayed away from home as much as I possibly could.  Home wasn't safe.  Home wasn't security.  Home was where I got into trouble for unknown reasons.  I loved television and watching movies at my neighbors house.  My information came from the neighborhood kids.  Not from home.

So I tried to do it different.  I didn't want my kids to be blindsided by not knowing what they didn't know.  

I wonder what parents are doing now?  I answered questions that were asked, with as much detail as they asked for, no more, no less.  I tried not to have an emotional response to any, because if they sensed anger, or upset, they might shut down the questions like I did as a kid.  There were things I didn't want them watching and I told them why.  With the world today, what are people telling their kids?

thoughts. 


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