An old house, a geek, a cute transvestite, a very tall lesbian, and at least one ghost–what could happen? – Adult situations and artistic nudity. Not suitable for children.
Straight black hair combined with dark skin is a combination more often found in South Asia than Africa or South America, AFAIK. Originally at least. We have international air travel in this age. People can be from anywhere now.
Ah, the older generation… even if they were never the sort to intend harm or ill by their words, their outdated ways can still shock us now and then.
I look after an older man who’s 78 now. I had him pick between plates he wanted for dinner, and he did that “Eeny meany miney moh” rhyme most of us probably remember from when we were kids.
Now… the version I was taught has the line, “Catch a Tigger by the toe; if he hollers let him go.” You know, that bouncing stuffed tiger from Winnie the Pooh?
My gentleman born in the 40s remembers a different version. it’s not “Tigger”… but it does still rhyme. T_T
My late, and otherwise dear lovely Grandma used to casually qualifies various modern music styles as N***** music.
Not in a good way. Starting accurately with Jazz and going onward. Less accurately.
I mean, it was not the outright and modern racism of a few sub-officers I met while in the army (“that’s N***** work!”). Just something from more ancient times…
Straight black hair combined with dark skin is a combination more often found in South Asia than Africa or South America, AFAIK. Originally at least. We have international air travel in this age. People can be from anywhere now.
Ah, the older generation… even if they were never the sort to intend harm or ill by their words, their outdated ways can still shock us now and then.
I look after an older man who’s 78 now. I had him pick between plates he wanted for dinner, and he did that “Eeny meany miney moh” rhyme most of us probably remember from when we were kids.
Now… the version I was taught has the line, “Catch a Tigger by the toe; if he hollers let him go.” You know, that bouncing stuffed tiger from Winnie the Pooh?
My gentleman born in the 40s remembers a different version. it’s not “Tigger”… but it does still rhyme. T_T
My late, and otherwise dear lovely Grandma used to casually qualifies various modern music styles as N***** music.
Not in a good way. Starting accurately with Jazz and going onward. Less accurately.
I mean, it was not the outright and modern racism of a few sub-officers I met while in the army (“that’s N***** work!”). Just something from more ancient times…
The version I learned of the rhyme had one less letter g in it, Tiger, not Tigger.