April 16, 2009
dear clusterflock
This is a pretty good conversation, but it would seem to me that this one would be more fun:
What did your parents deny you?
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- Deron Bauman: It’s a start.
- Joel Bernstein: The first of many things, no doubt.
- Deron Bauman: I’ll pick him up at eight. He may not like the way I smell.
- Michael Smith: Joel’s Dream Date: Phantom Menace; Cat urine cologne; Deron.
- Joel Bernstein: For the record, if you pay to see this, you are no longer my friend.
- Deron Bauman: Meow.
- Joel Bernstein: This must be why I fuck so many cats.
- Michael Smith: Seems to me the experiment almost does itself.
- Casey Cichowicz: No. It is not possible. I can assure you.
- Joel Bernstein: Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes?
- LaurenH: I’m with those who say get that girl out of that household. The father has now very effectively...
- Rick Neece: Holee sh..!
- Rick Neece: Asian calligraphy, ‘cept instead of a brush, hot glass. The image of her controlling the glass and...
- Rick Neece: For the gull-wing, I’m sure it would knock me in the chin every time I opened it.
- Marco: Oh god yes.
I’ll go first:
Transformers. (I had Gobots.)
The Millennium Falcon. (I had the stupid shoulder belt that held the Star Wars action figures instead.)
Pizza that I liked. (My mom always got peppers and onions and mushrooms and every other kind of vegetable—and I hated vegetables—and told me to pick them off.)
Nickelodeon television shows. I was restricted to PBS, which I can’t say for sure wasn’t a bad choice on my parents’ part. I just feel a little limited in dinner conversation about children’s television programming.
Firearms. My dad grew up hunting, but had an experience where he decided to give it up. I don’t think this involved injuries to humans. Mom has never cared for firearms and didn’t want them around the kids (myself and siblings).
My parents denied me
A broken home
ignorance
a lack of love
an understanding of worldly ways
a means to find me earlier in life
a lack of support when I found my way.
He-man, it was too Nietzschean. My family has a history of being concerned with metanarratives. I was hoping it would skip a generation, but it looks like it didn’t.
Gum, Beavis & Butthead, processed store foods. All things to which I am indifferent to this day. Perhaps there is hope.
Sugary cereal. Every time I buy a box of Cocoa Puffs and eat the entire box in a day I blame my mom.
Miracle Whip.
Everything my folks denied me (that I can recall), we just picked up later down the line for the most part. We didn’t have a videogame system of any kind until late in my middle school years, and we couldn’t watch The Simpsons as kids, although now it’s pretty common family viewing. Friends was quasi taboo for a while, but now they watch it all the time; they were dubious when the Harry Potter books first were gaining traction, but relented pretty quick.
Oh! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. My mom didn’t like “the white eyes.” Something about their lack of pupils unnerved her; any action figures with that quality suffered a similar fate.