When we are young, we do stupid things. It starts, maybe, with touching a hot stove and progresses to running with sharp objects, and may even involve some petty theft. If we are lucky, we don't scar, we don't fall, and we do get caught.
As we get older, and assimilate all that we've learned, most of us get with the program and commit fewer cringe-worthy acts. And then we die. But that's another post.
The late teens and early twenties are one of those periods of time when we are particularly at risk of embarrassing ourselves. Maybe it's the hormones still raging, maybe it's the abundance of technology, maybe it's a growing sexual confidence. Whatever the cause, our twenties can be a minefield of social gaffes.
I think, in my early twenties, I may as well have walked around 24/7 with my skirt tucked in my pantyhose and toilet paper flowing from the bottom of my teetery, tottery, too high shoes. I was that witless sometimes.
But this post isn't about me. Any witnesses to my lapses in judgement have mostly lost their memories by now. Kidding. People I used to know, please do not write me about things you clearly remember. No one is interested. Trust me.
We're lucky, you and I, that we can pretty much count on our skeletons to stay put in their cozy little closets. The famous are not like you and me. Their regrettable moments are always at risk of making an appearance on some seedy little blog somewhere. Like this one.
I say ________ you say _________
Anna Nicole Smith
Anna Nicole Smith
And you know, sometimes, even after you get a little older and wiser, you still mess up. Do these names bring back any memories:
(Is it me or is there a trend here?)
What I'm saying is this: If we see a little sister make an ass of herself, maybe we can cut her some slack for being young and foolish. Why should Little Sister be deprived of the opportunities the rest of us had to humiliate ourselves in public?
|probably regrets this photo|