Pet Peeve #20
‘Skanky’ bridal showers.
Oh my, how did we ever amuse ourselves at bridal or baby showers before those no-brainer, purple sex toys appeared in late night ads?
See that percolator? Does it look like a vibrator to you?
I’ll tell you how. We played stupid shower games which I loathed. I begged, I pleaded, not to accompany my Mother to all those showers. Stupid but innocent enough.
Like the “milk bottle coin drop balloon game” for a baby shower. Some folks even play it today. They just look happier than I was “in the day” just watching them.
Looking back at the last shower I attended, I honestly wouldn’t take along my young, impressionable daughter if I still had one. (She’s thirty-eight now).
In the day, I giggled, not howled to be heard above everyone else’s voice.
In the day, I wore a special outfit for going to showers and church and such (it was pretty much one-in-the-same), and my brother waiting dutifully outside wore a bow-tie, not pants on the ground.
In the day, I took pictures on my Brownie or Polaroid, not streamed “Yo Mama” on my I-Phone in a language even Bill Cosby says he doesn’t understand.
In the day, I cleaned up paper streamers, napkins and leftover food to be sent home with families that probably couldn’t afford supper waiting, cause they brought to share at the shower. Cause it was the right thing to do. Not bottles and weed buts.
In the day, we had showers.
We played stupid shower games which I loathed. I begged, I pleaded, not to accompany my Mother to all those showers. Stupid but innocent enough.