Double jointed? If you remember that line, the actress on the t.v. sitcom was introducing herself to a black suited man, "I know it's not pertinent at the moment, but I'm double jointed," she had said flirtingly.
Lately we've been outraged at the shows where base bodily functions are funny, at which explicit talk is titillatingly snickered, and at which embarrassing visual props are laughed.
Lately we've been outraged at the shows where base bodily functions are funny, at which explicit talk is titillatingly snickered, and at which embarrassing visual props are laughed.
We’d just had a huge discussion about one of the episodes of The Office. They were showing a woman using a breast pump and I was outraged. John heard them say something about womanly parts and was disgusted. I wanted Ian to censure himself, John forbade him to ever watch.
Over
the years, as parents, we've protected the boys concerning the content of television shows
and/or movies –
the language, the props, and especially the violence.
As
they've grown, we've seen more and more inappropriate actions and words being
accepted as “the norm.” It’s sad. Gone are innocence, the thrill of exploring
newness, charm, delicacies, and being genteel. For example, one gentleman expressed happiness at my "having a bun in the oven."
Now, here we are in the family room, having just switched channels when Ian came down the hall and stepped in. Turning the tables on us, speaking
of the show we were watching, Ian
plops down on the couch,
“Oh,
the Golden Girls! They’re always so
appropriate Let’s watch them as a
family.”
Durn, Blanche!
Durn, Blanche!
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