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Cat Cafe's avatar

They're always just so damn ugly, too. It's like the hate has not only corroded their insides but is manifesting on the outside too. I guess when you have nothing else whatsoever to feel good about yourself, you just go with the color of your skin. Like it's anything!! That's what I can't figure out--how could anyone think that the amount of melanin in your skin and how far your ancestors lived from the equator has any more to do with your worth than the size of your pancreas?

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Our Texas family reunions weren't like that, but they were no less embarrassing or annoying to attend.

Bring together a bunch of Scots-Irish and Cajuns, thrown in the Italians, Mexican and Jews brought into the family by marriage, and you're going to have a lot of fricking yelling, from start to finish. It's all they do. Yell. About everything.

And if you get enough beer and whiskey flowing, then the fight is really on.

For me, every family reunion was about finding the one place where nobody could disturb me, and getting to it as soon after the meal as possible.

That and making sure I had enough cotton to stuff in my ears.

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