See this little kid?So did I this morning en route to taking Rapha to kindergarten.
See how it looks like his toochas might be hanging out?
It is.
And no, I have no idea either. And neither does the woman to his left holding the purse, for that matter.
Why would someone's mother take him for a bare toochas walk down a busy city street? Got me.
Or on the same theme, why would a seemingly together, non-inebriated/non-homeless guy sitting the next table over at a city cafe spit such an utterly gutturally horrific loogie into the potted plant beside him as to evoke the gag reflex and morbid curiosity surrounding his clearly un-gentrified upbringing?
I'm having a difficult time coming to terms with Holy Land Central these days. Indeed I am.
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um, new age toilet training?
No no. The "new age" toilet training in these parts would be picking a female child up and holding her mid-air as she urinates in a public spot - say the front walkway to an apartment building - then shaking her for a drip-dry. I find that popular practice completely reprehensible. slf
Oh my heavens... After this post, then your comment above, I'm just without words..
Oh! how hard it is, being a cultivated white woman among the savages!
As a matter of fact, Hadas, now that you mentioned it...And the "white" & "woman" and "savage" terminology is yours, not mine. Don't mean to step on your people's toes. But hey, when you get back from living in Canada I reckon you'll feel right at home, Huh?
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