re: #248 FemNaziBitch

I pity you.

Dinner growing up was never boring. Parents played music (mix of classical, Broadway, etc.), conversation was pretty intellectual without getting political (as I remember it), and it was essentially family time. Was taught a number of necessary social graces as part of the process; setting a table, using a napkin properly, asking to be excused from the table, and eating at least a minimal serving of most of the dishes (the fabled “no thank you” helping).

That sort of slow ingestion process that takes years to sink in, you never forget, and you generally miss later in life. Plus both of my parents were readers and that tradition carried on with all my siblings and to their children as well.

And, in comparison to the wrecks that some of my friends had as families I also realize I had a pretty idyllic and strong upbringing.