Aunt Joey…
" Eat the fat, it’s good for you"
R.I.P. Aunt Joey (heart-attack)
Worst thing is I still tend to eat the fat
I’d totally forgotten about the acne one. I got that one a lot - you eat bad, too much chocolate. etc. The really mean thing was, I never got to eat chocolate. After I started getting acne she never let me have any. I had to sneak it from friends’ houses.
I got the “marrying for love is foolish”, too.
If I ate enough saffron I’d turn “fair”-gore peet, which means like flour-white…my older relatives’ nuggets of wisdom. They would stuff saffron down my throat when my parents’ weren’t looking.
still yellow,
Anu
Both from my grandmother, who I love dearly but has some funny ideas:
“If you wash your hair every day it will fall out”
I’m 25 now and still have all my hair.
“Clean your plate, you didn’t hardly eat anything!”
I also have had weight problems all my life, and at 25 am just now getting control over them. To gorge myself on food I know I don’t need is, IMO, a greater waste than throwing it away.
Excellent example, Velma. I’d forgotten about this one. “Never go to bed angry” is just stupid. Like you said, many arguments take more than a day to resolve, and many more just evaporate in the night. In neither case will arguing to the wee hours of the morning help the situation.
“Never make it easy for a man. They like the chase, and they lose interest if you’re too easy to get.”
Nope. I don’t play games like that. I’ll do what I want, and feel what I feel, and be my own self - and my man will just have to love me for what I am, and not the mysterious “hard to get” creature I’m acting like.
Granny’s mother probably told her this, and in her day, (depending on her wealth) she might have been right. Home-made soaps were a lot harsher than the ones we have today.
Hardly anyone would wash their hair every day back then, anyway. It was too much bother to haul all that water if you didn’t have indoor plumbing. In the winter, it was considered a little unhealthy to do so because you might catch cold. (Some women combed cornmeal through their hair to remove dirt and oils when they didn’t wash it.)
Of course, the real reasons why women’s hair thinned so much in those days was because of the tight buns they wore. Wearing the hair tightly pinned back tends to put stress on the follicle and break the hairs themselves.
That said, washing your hair every day is something I’ve heard advised against even in the modern day. Supposedly, it strips the hair and scalp of their natural oils too often which can lead to dry scalp and dull hair.
“He won’t buy the cow if he can get the milk for free.”
:rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
Let’s see:
- You’re calling me a cow.
- You think every man is so shallow he’s only after sex.
- You think no man is interested in marriage at all.
- You don’t take into account that I might not be interested in marriage.
- You don’t take into account that I might not mind giving the “milk” for free.
I also got the one Antigen refers to. I was well into my early twenties before I realized those games are just stoopid.
And this is true. But I still wash my hair every day.
Two reasons:
That nasty oily feeling is unbearable.
You simply cannot comb two feet of heavy curls without having washed them first.
“Going to college is the only way to make a decent living. You could go learn a trade, but that will only make you money in the short term. You need a degree to have a career” got me a pretty useless degree and finds me working at a coffee shop at age 26.
Just wanted to quote Quiz Show.
“You know what my father told me? ‘Work hard and you’ll get ahead’. Was that honest?”
My dad’s version of this was, “The only people who are out at 11 PM are burglars and prostitutes.”
I’ve always showered at night and my grandmother always insisted that I would catch cold because of it. She’s a fairly intelligent woman (except for believing in every supplement that quack doctor’s mailers reccomend to make her healthier). I kept trying to tell her that I wouldn’t get sick unless I was exposed to cold germs and whatnot. I think she knew that this was true, but the other was so ingrained into her (probably from her mother) that she would. not. let. it. go. for about 8 years until i went off to college.
From my family I got: “Depression is all in your head.”
My response: And diabetes is all in the pancreas.
So are brain tumors.
And ignorance. Sadly, there is no medication for that.
I knew what the word meant, but I wanted to see what my mom would say, so I asked her, “What is masturbation?”
“I don’t know,” she replied quickly, then got very quiet.
A little while later she pipes up and says, “It’s when dirty people touch themselves.”
:eek:
Okay, that one threw me for a loop, and caused a lot of embarrassment that lasts well into my 30s.
It took me that long just to be able to type the word, and my daughter and I were watching The Closer and she asked me what autoerotic asphyxiation was.
I took a deep breath, and calmly and without emotion, gave her the definition, including saying The Word. “Ooookayyyy” was her reply and we went on watching the show together.
My mother told me often that only whores have pierced ears. Whenever she saw a woman wearing pierced earrings, I would get a lecture about the extreme sluttiness of pierced ears. As might be expected, I pierced my ears as soon as I moved away from home.
My parents were not among the tinfoil hat brigade, but they told me you couldn’t buy a piano tuning wrench unless you were a licensed techincian. Imagine my bringing it up in a thread and being dismissed out of hand as ridiculous… who’d have thought?
"Only sluts/whores:
…have pierced ears.
…wear shoes more than two inches high.
…wear red/black/any color but biege or white bras/panties.
…paint their toenails. (that one I still don’t get)
…ride around in fast cars."
She may have had something about the last one.