The Inappropriate Family

I am inappropriate. For those of you who know me personally, this is no stunning revelation. I don't always say the most appropriate things and I often laugh and make jokes at extremely inappropriate times.

As the topics of conversation at my Friday afternoon lunch with my mother turned to apple bongs and nooners, I finally realized that I came by this trait honestly. It is a family inherited trait. Nothing is off limits to comments and ridicule. And we make fun of ourselves at every given opportunity.

We are often misunderstood. People mistake our "inappropriateness" as mean spirited or in bad taste. However, I have decided to set the record straight.

Shit happens, life is not fair...we all know these basic principles and clichéd statements. What I have been brought up to believe is that it is how you deal with the things that are thrown your way that defines you as a person. How do we deal with things? We laugh about them. We make jokes. Whether they are a reaction to a crappy work situation or a serious medical trauma, this is how we deal.

Sex has never been an off limits topic in my house. This made for a very open relationship with my parents. I can live without the dirty talk or T spanking Gail's ass. However, their laid back attitude made it easy for me to talk to them about anything. And this is a good thing. People think it is weird the amount of things I confide in my family. I've got nothing to hide. Yes, I told my mom when I needed to go on birth control. And my dad high fived me when he heard talk of the celibacy party. This may seem inappropriate but to me, this is normal.

I do believe that a certain degree of inappropriateness is, in fact, appropriate. It definitely makes life more interesting!