Strict ParentsI always thought my parents were quite strict, but I can't think of anything they actually banned me from doing, whereas a good friend was under no circumstances allowed to watch ITV because of the adverts.
This week's Time Out mentions some poor sod who was banned from sitting in the aisle seats at cinemas because, according to their mother, "drug dealers patrol the aisles, injecting people in the arm."
What were you banned from doing as a kid by loopy parents?
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chthonic, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 12:37)
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Er, there was a few things...My parents were quite reasonable and easygoing types. Their reaction to me being found drunk in pool of vomit? "Your hangover will be a suitable punishment". Me getting home late? "Ah, there you are. What happened?" Me getting expelled from school? "Damn, now we have to send you to that other school over there."
But there were a few things that marred their usual composure...
Let's start with my Dad, as he was always the really laid-back one, calm and reasonable in all things. Well, except when I said I wanted my ear pierced. You'd have thought WW3 had started. Given that at 16 I was taller than my Dad, you'd have thought it would be OK, but no - he almost literally scared the poo out of me. Now, twenty years later, I've rebelled to the point of a pierced... er, navel. Oh well. Interestingly, when he saw my tattoo, his only comment was 'At least you didn't get your ear pierced'. Still can't figure that one out.
The other one my Dad managed was that I wasn't supposed to wear a black shirt. Black t-shirts were *grudgingly* allowed (hey, I was a CS student) but no black shirts. Apparently it was the uniform of Fascists or something. Thanks to Mrs God I now own two black shirts, neither of which have ever been on my body... I just can't do it. Oh, the shame.
My Mom, on the other hand, was the moral one. I was told in no uncertain terms that I couldn't have a girlfriend stay overnight. At all. No way. Nohow. This despite the fact that my brother's girlfriend was basically living with him in our house. She'd go home a couple of times a month when her mother stopped forwarding her post. Apparently the reason was because my brother was in a stable relationship and I wasn't. Er, right. But he's younger than me. Apparently for me, stable relationship == someone i'm married to. For *him* (her favourite, to be fair), stable relationship == fed teh cock more than twice.
I even got a vaguely disapproving glare when Mrs. God turned up with me the last time she stayed. Sorted that one quite quickly - told little Demigod to go distract her if he wanted to keep his Playstation. That worked :)
(, Fri 9 Mar 2007, 12:11, Reply)
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