Thoughts from the funeral of a very nice, very elderly relative who, like so many of that generation returned home from service in one of the “great wars” of the 20th Century and then married someone from their home town. And this is so not an accusation about a specific individual — it’s not that it’s none of my business it’s that I have no information nor reason to imagine any. But!

Check out the enclosed YouTube, an oldie I stumbled across a week or two ago and kept meaning to post about.

Now, let’s turn the scenario in that video around and say “m’kay, girls, your job is to stay completely ignorant about sex until your new, equally ignorant husband dredges up whatever vague ideas he picked up between muttered birds/bees talk, read in a book, or while drunk at a frat party and *try it out on you!”

“Oh yeah, and you can’t complain because it’s his duty to teach you!”

Now let’s turn it around a little further: Instead of jumping in and saying something like “I’m going to give you the best XYZ ever” and the other person saying “no, I don’t think I’d like that” and the “expert” says “Really, not even a little XY?” and the other person says “no, I don’t like that idea” well… then does it really matter whether one parter or the other is supposed to be the “natural” expert and/or authority?

[Not much connectivity where I’m staying — there’s supposed to be WiFi but I have to sort of lean out the window to upload or download. I’ll be back in touch for sure on Thursday when I’m back home. (For a while, I hope.) —fl]