When I was about 13 or so, I bought a paperback novel about the crew of a British Lancaster bomber on a night mission over Germany. I just left it around for a while, so my dad ended up reading it before I did. I was slightly paranoid that maybe he was "checking up on" what I was reading. Then when I read it there was a scene of a crew member fantasizing about the breasts of a woman he knew. Really tame stuff, but then I got all nervous whether my dad was going to say something (he didn't).
The only other stuff with sex in it that I can remember reading as a kid was stuff I read for school, like
1984.
(There was tame sex in there, right?)
Washington Post disses Flav and Chuck D, then apologizes
From the department of "most ridiculous newspaper corrections evah," this from the Washington Post: "A Nov. 26 article in the District edition of Local Living incorrectly said a Public Enemy song declared 9/11 a joke. The song refers to 911, the emergency phone number."
Heh.
Also, for not!Hec: Glamourpuss: The Enchanting World of Kitty Wigs
I think my parents' key censorship is on what we can consume together. Which is fair.
I saw Mulholland Falls with my parents and am still traumatized by it. Though, damn, Jennifer Connelly had amazing breasts before she got crazy skinny.
My mother took me and my sister to see the infamous Robert Mapplethorpe exhibit when I was in high school
We may have been there at the same time! (I saw it 3 times -- once with one of my college classes [I was, quite conveniently, taking a class on the 1st Amendment at the time], once with my college roommate, and once with a friend who couldn't get anyone else to go with her.)
At 16, I sat next to my mom in the theater and watched Body Heat.
I was still blushing three weeks later.
Not unless you went to Boston to see it, Steph! (It traveled; Cincinnati just gave it the most kerfuffle, natch.)
I am SO grateful for my dad's addiction to sci-fi, and my mother's addiction to romance. Censorship was never an issue.
I am starting to suspect that Erin and I have the same parents.
Not unless you went to Boston to see it, Steph! (It traveled; Cincinnati just gave it the most kerfuffle, natch.)
You know, I couldn't remember if you ever lived here pre-college, and I thought I would have remembered if you and Nutty had, but then I thought maybe you visited someone, and and and...
So went my thought process.
The first weekend my mother met Ethan, we all went out to see Boogie Nights together. She was totally unphased.
And yet, she stopped taking movie recommendations from me for almost a year after I suggested Heavenly Creatures.
Freak.
(In my defense, I was totally not thinking of that part of the plot when I gave her the DVD. But I can see how it might have stood out if my daughter had given it to me.)
