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whathoWhy would my mother, on a first meeting with a proper grown-up friend of mine, see fit to mention that I was once in my distant youth an owner of My Little Ponies? I see no reason why my mother, who claims to be fond of me, would do something so calculatedly cruel and shaming, that could bring nothing in the way of happiness to me personally and is, in fact, the sort of action that a bod will remember each and every time they come to introduce new friends to their mother.
SHE WILL MEET VERY FEW OF MY FRIENDS IF SHE CARRIES ON LIKE THIS.
Perhaps she thinks the fact that my friend and I had spent the past ten minutes discussing Transformers (Robots in Disguise) somehow made for a natural and unembarrassing segue into My Little Ponies. It did not. Being the sort of girl child who enjoyed the odd foray into the world of Transfomers, and can still discuss them quite knowledgably with men in their early twenties, has never been anything other than a status symbol. My Little Ponies are really just the end.
My only hope is to tell him that he doesn't know what I used to do with the My Little Ponies. Because my My Little Ponies were actually fitted with machine guns and were really quite psychopathic.
My mother only slightly acquitted herself by remembering that the transforming Autobot city toy was called Metroplex.
Forgiveness is still some way around the corner.
SHE WILL MEET VERY FEW OF MY FRIENDS IF SHE CARRIES ON LIKE THIS.
Perhaps she thinks the fact that my friend and I had spent the past ten minutes discussing Transformers (Robots in Disguise) somehow made for a natural and unembarrassing segue into My Little Ponies. It did not. Being the sort of girl child who enjoyed the odd foray into the world of Transfomers, and can still discuss them quite knowledgably with men in their early twenties, has never been anything other than a status symbol. My Little Ponies are really just the end.
My only hope is to tell him that he doesn't know what I used to do with the My Little Ponies. Because my My Little Ponies were actually fitted with machine guns and were really quite psychopathic.
My mother only slightly acquitted herself by remembering that the transforming Autobot city toy was called Metroplex.
Forgiveness is still some way around the corner.
