Love, love, love

Over dinner, the last thing you expect to hear come out from your mother's mouth is not a choking-almost-vommitty cough (the hazards of eating come hand-in-hand with its joys) but the word "sex" and the continuing monlogue that concerns your brother having it.

Take a moment to imagine yourself and your family members seated serenely around the table, consuming good, hot food, and yourself thinking only of the next dish you're going to dip into with your spoon. Of course, once aforementioned table taboo word is spoken, you can help but pause your digestion and lock eyes with the bowl of asparagus and mushrooms because it's just a little too uncomfortable to look at anyone else at the moment; even the vegetables looked uncomfortable with the situation.
Nevertheless, my mother had a point to prove and she pushed on with it. To sum it up, she didn't believe that having too many sex partners was a good thing, which I'm sure you all agree with because no one wants to be a hoe or end up being with a hoe (and hoes can be male or female, yo; don't discriminate), just because that says way too much about a person without a single utterance on their part. But, I also believe her thoughts were leaning towards the traditional sense that the sex-before-marriage thing was a bad deal too, though not as bad as the hoe situation.

This is where both my brother and I disagreed, since society has evolved (or devolved, depending who you're asking) to the point where there is substantially more sexual freedom, and carving those few figurative notches into your belt is not as heavily frowned upon as before. Some people even prefer that their partner has a bit more experience because it makes the entire process a lot smoother. But how can you explain that to your mother without having to draw up sociological and historical articles as empirical evidence to back yourself up? Trust me, I tried to do a one-on-one heart talk with her on this before and I couldn't make her see.

Perhaps it's the fact that we are seperated by a gaping generation gap, and the kids of tomorrow will seem much more radical than the kids of today. Still, it would be nice to be able to have all family members on the same page when it comes to topics like these (not to suggest that I want our dinner conversations to get spectacularly saucy) for the sake of the freedom to be expressive in a love relationship without having to cut back of filial piety.

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