The sex talk

One time I walked into a sex toy store with my mom. Oh, and also my grandma.

To be fair, none of us knew it was that kind of store before we walked in. The exterior was a gorgeous hot pink and seeing as I was around 18 years old at the time and still in my LIlly Pulitzer phase, I needed to go in.

Besides the girl working, we were the only three customers in the store. We didn't want to show our uncomfortability, so we tried to stay in the store and look as if we were genuinely browsing, not trying to hold back tears. Now that I think about it, it would have been okay to be "those" ladies freaking out in a sex toy shop. The employee must have thought we were all bonkers because, let's face it, what intellegent person brings three generations of women, all related, into this place together? No one.

Earlier this week I made a very quick trip to my parent's house and stopped by the grandparent's to say hi. My grandmother had just finished reading a book titled "Murder by Pantyhose" and in my adult mind, I took this to be a kinky act, bringing me to ask if she had read "Fifty Shades of Grey".

She told me she didn't know what that was so I said "it's a porno book for older women" to which she replied, "oh I love that stuff!" - with a little too much excitement I might add.

My mom and I then told her about Ellen DeGeneres' reading of it (you can see it here) and grams said "Oh, it's S&M?" We said yes and she panics, "Oh, I don't like that kind of stuff!"