Spiky Bugger
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Thanks for the kind words. It wasn't just my dad, it was also his siblings. Most of the cousins did not carry that legacy into their lives. My mom was loving and kind, yet dominated by my dad. Her main influence was the old saw that men are after one thing and they will call you names if you give in and other names if you don't. My sister and I have joked about how lucky we were to get married since we were taught to hate men. As for those experiences, they've made me stronger. The outcome has been good even if the lessons were hard.
When, in my forties, I started to gain weight, my redneck MIL from Baja Indiana, explained to me that it was "because Mexican women are such good cooks." Everyone else in that pathetic town told me I "looked just like Pat," who was the ONLY other Latina in the county. We didn't look at all alike.
Meanwhile, when MIL and her caregiver were harassing MiniSue about a gift of perfume she had received from a male friend, insisting that he must be her boyfriend, she finally said, "I'm not his girlfriend. He doesn't HAVE girlfriends. He's gay." The caregiver chick said, "Well! We don't cotton to that type around here."
I couldn't stand it any longer and replied, "You know, driving into town the first thing you see is that single wide with the flat brown paint sitting on the first corner...so we pretty much figured you didn't have any gay guys on the Zoning Commission...and now we know to not even TRY to get a haircut while we're here."
Ignorant sluts....
(Oops...this was supposed to go with the generational racism comment.)
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