during which everybody present is made to feel intensely uncomfortable
. The worst of these
come about in an innocent
fashion and can be quite difficult
to dispel. All anybody trapped
in these situations really wants is to forget about it
and move on, but it isn't always possible
, as my example
are in the family room, watching the television
. A commercial
comes on, advertising those marvels of feminine hygeine
: Are those like napkins
: (bursts out laughing
: (with all the indignation
of a nine year old): What's so funny? What are they?!
begins to look alarmed. Shows no inclination of talking.)
: They're for girls
: What do you mean they're for girls? Boys
can't use them?
: (laughs, involuntarily)
: Stop that!
: Well, you see, girls aren't the same as boys...
: I know, they don't have wee-wee
: (sneakily leaves room)
: Well, even more than that.
: What do you mean?
: I suppose you're old enough... (Mother
gives lengthy explanation of menstrual
cycle and the tools used to tame it, carefully denoting the differences between tampons and pads
. She then launches into lengthy explanation of how sex works, why sex
works and who should be having sex and who should not.)
: (dazed, possibly bleeding from the ears) Goodbye.
For the first bit of conversation, I'm sure that both Mother
were praying that I'd be distracted and shut the fuck up
. For the second bit, Sister
had managed to sneak away and so it was Lblack
wishing to God that somebody would die so that the conversation would end. From what I understand, Mother
was none too fond of having to explain everything from menstruation to contraception to her nine-year-old son when all she really wanted to do was watch some TV
This was an uncomfortable
moment, not to be confused with an embarassing situation