dancing girls?

It’s amazing how much parents try to protect their children from things.  Sometimes, I don’t think mine will ever let me grow up. 

Now I know my father is often the playful manly type in the sense that sometimes I’ll find nudity purchases off of pay per view…and who could forget finding last year’s april issue of playboy magazine under my car seat earlier this summer when my parents let me bring the car up to school.  Well tonight my dad told me to put in a traditional Vietnamese cai luong movie in…and I found a dvd that he was watching last night entitled (roughly translated) “dancing girls.”  So of course, I decide to ask him, teasingly, what he’s been watching…and…silence.  Awkward glances are exchanged between the parental units.

Dad: “It says dancing girls, so it’s dancing girls.”

Me: (still thinking its funny) “what’re you doing watching dancing girls?”

<dramatic pause>

Mom: “its dancing girls.  It’s a documentary that explains the history and struggles of women in Vietnam.”

Oh.  Silence.  End transmission.  I guess….there was a brief window of conversation that opened up when she said that, but my initial dumbfounded state blew it shut too soon. 

People use these things, online journals/blogs, to let out steam…..to document their lives….to remember things.  Well, these are the kind of moments that I want to remember.