Sometimes Boys Wear Saris, Too
“No togas, no saris, and no more dancing around with a tablecloth on your head,” she said, laying down the law.
“No togas, no saris, and no more dancing around with a tablecloth on your head,” she said, laying down the law.
Outside of George Clooney, no one wants to take a pot-bellied pig to bed. Why? Because they’re messy. And I have some piggish habits.
“I’m only going out with you because I’m bored.”
“Too dark,” my mother informed me, her impressionable teen. “That’s what I get for marrying your father.” In our culture, the subtle differences in skin tone, sometimes impossible to discern, mattered.