Crazy shit my mom says

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Instead of "for God's sake" or "for Pete's sake" my mom says "Oh, for corn's sake!". All the time. I have no idea where this comes from.

Whenever she encounters a particularly frustrating situation, she says "Fun city!" As in, "I got stuck in line for 45 minutes at Best Buys today. Fun City!" I think it may be something she overheard me say once back in 1985, but I'm not really sure...

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The poster with the progressive grandma/ antique dresser story: you have a great way with a story! I hope you’re a writer.

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Anonymous wrote:When I was growing up my mom always referred to my dad’s frizzy hair as “kinky”. Ok so be it. But recently, my mom has started referring to my 10 year old nephews hair as kinky. Is it too late to stop this?

My mom uses the word kinky to describe anything she finds weird/odd. "Did you see the shirt Larla was wearing? She looked kinky."

She also referred to the African American family down the street as "our black family."

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Anonymous wrote:Why are so many of these moms racist? And why is it cute/funny?

I'm that mom, and I don't say those things because I am, but because it such forbidden fruit that my kids are shocked and I get a kick out of it. And it is fun.

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Anonymous wrote:"In SF most everyone is white, Asian, or South American."

South American????

What do you call Mexico and the countries below that? South America.

First, I refer to them by the country name. Second, if I need to refer by region or a large group, I might say "Mexico (since Mexico is in North America) and Central America" or "Central and South America."

Uh, Latino/Latina/Latinx is the correct term. Or Hispanic.

Uh, not it isn't. The question is about countries.

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Anonymous wrote:Why are so many of these moms racist? And why is it cute/funny?

I'm that mom, and I don't say those things because I am, but because it such forbidden fruit that my kids are shocked and I get a kick out of it. And it is fun.

So you’re a racist. As a person who has been at the other end of racist funny comments, you’re not funny.

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I'll not be alive all my life!!

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Anonymous wrote:The poster with the progressive grandma/ antique dresser story: you have a great way with a story! I hope you’re a writer.

Haha! I’m a nanny. But I come from a family of storytellers.

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Anonymous wrote:"You know what kind of girls wear black panties and bras? The WRONG kind. I'm talking about ladies of the night."

"If you keep using tampons, you'll be all loosey-goosey in your special area and never get a husband!"

"It never fails. Every time I take the metro I am seated next to one of those curry people." (All brown people = Muslims to her, which = curry people. And yes, we've explained the difference between Muslims and Indians many times. They're the same to her).

My grandmother called Italian food "eye-tal-yun" and my brother and I still say it that way sometimes to this day as a joke of sorts.

Curry people? Wtf? How about telling her they are American just like her? The racism on this thread is sickening.

And people think it’s funny/cute. Completely clueless Of their white privilege

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Anonymous wrote:My mom visited us in the Northeast where we had lots of wild turkeys in the neighborhood. Later we drive into Boston/Fenway park where there were lots of geese . She looks at them and says "these turkeys are much more attractive than the ones near your home "

My 7 year old was dying with laughter. To this day whenever we see geese we comment on the fine looking turkeys.

This is cute!

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Anonymous wrote:At some point my mom decided that the word 'reamed' was a fun, slangy, hip way to describe losing at her bunco club. That resulted in many loud, public statements along the following lines:

"Well, Barbara really just reamed me hard last night."
"Gosh, that Joan is just solid! I was reamed last night, just reamed!"
"Well, I got Marian back. I reamed her all the way last night. Her son is a doctor, you know."

Wow. Between this and 'going down' on a burger, what rock have your parents been hiding under, people?
Honest question. I'm not a native English speaker but even I know what those words mean.

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Consider this is cross post, but my mom's newest, highest compliment she can give anyone, particularly a houseguest, is that "she's the easiest guest; she eats everything! No allergies or special requests!"

Meanwhile, I have an an anaphylactic food allergy since early childhood (seafood) and now have 2 DC with allergies to nuts. Apparently, we are demanding and difficult houseguests because we bring our own foods, refuse to eat anything without an ingredient list and read labels.

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Anonymous wrote:"You know what kind of girls wear black panties and bras? The WRONG kind. I'm talking about ladies of the night."

"If you keep using tampons, you'll be all loosey-goosey in your special area and never get a husband!"

"It never fails. Every time I take the metro I am seated next to one of those curry people." (All brown people = Muslims to her, which = curry people. And yes, we've explained the difference between Muslims and Indians many times. They're the same to her).

My grandmother called Italian food "eye-tal-yun" and my brother and I still say it that way sometimes to this day as a joke of sorts.

Curry people? Wtf? How about telling her they are American just like her? The racism on this thread is sickening.

This one is really offensive too. I think some people aren't laughing at their parents - it's more like letting us know what they have to deal with.

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Anonymous wrote:Why are so many of these moms racist? And why is it cute/funny?

Agreed. Not funny. Not cute.

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Anonymous wrote:My mother was visiting the city from her upper-middle class suburbs in which she's lived for 40 years (she is about 60). We are white, and in a car, at an intersection. A black man carrying a long (non-fold up) umbrella strides across the street in front of us.

My mom: Oh, there are a lot of those where we live.
My sister and I: A lot of what? A lot of black people?
My mom: Black people carrying assault rifles down the street, yes
My sister and I: In your GATED senior community of upper-middle class people?
My mom: Yes
My sister and I: Dad, do you find this to be the case?
My dad: No. I have no idea what your mother is talking about.
My sister: Mom, that was an umbrella, not an assault rifle
My mom: well, it looked like an assault rifle
Me: Mom, have you ever seen an assault rifle in real life?
My dad: No she hasn't.

I feel like it'd be a bit of an understatement to say my mom's a racist.

this cracked me up.

Is she from Texas?

Nah. Texas women know their guns. In fact, most older Texas women that I know have a conceal carry permit.