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Anonymous wrote:When I was really little and listening to the radio news, I thought that the governor of my state was Mary O'Cuomo.

I don’t get this.

The governor was Mario Cuomo not Mary O’Cuomo.

Right! I knew lots of people named Mary. I didn't know anyone named Mario and definitely not pronounced the way that he pronounced it.

A mother of 4 I know was at my house when my heating guy came to check the boiler and bleed the radiators, at the end of which I wrote him a check. The woman I knew, who has always lived in rented dwellings, was surprised I had to pay him, saying "I thought that was his job!"

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Anonymous wrote:The meaning of the lyrics of most of my favorite songs from the 70s...and 80's for that matter!

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I thought song lyrics “afternoon delight” was akin to Narnia’s Turkish delight (dessert)

I read the Narnia books 40 years ago and I still don’t know what Turkish Delight is.

It is similar to the consistency of jello and the flavor of rose water. Sometimes it’s coated in chocolate. Essentially it’s a candy.

It’s chewier than jello. More like a Welch’s fruit snack or a gummy bear.

Is it much more appetizing than it sounds from that description?

DP. I haven't actually had it but I've heard it's disappointing.

It's in a couple seasonal catalogs. I guess I could order some.

I remember reading about Turkish delight, I think in a Lousia May Alcott novel. I imagined it as something light but crunchy.

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Anonymous wrote:The meaning of the lyrics of most of my favorite songs from the 70s...and 80's for that matter!

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I thought song lyrics “afternoon delight” was akin to Narnia’s Turkish delight (dessert)

I read the Narnia books 40 years ago and I still don’t know what Turkish Delight is.

It is similar to the consistency of jello and the flavor of rose water. Sometimes it’s coated in chocolate. Essentially it’s a candy.

It’s chewier than jello. More like a Welch’s fruit snack or a gummy bear.

Is it much more appetizing than it sounds from that description?

DP. I haven't actually had it but I've heard it's disappointing.

It's in a couple seasonal catalogs. I guess I could order some.

Turkish delight is soft and pillowy when fresh. It gets tough if it sits out overnight, so I could see how the boxes that get shipped to the US would be disappointing. Try it if you ever run across a candy shop that makes its own. I love the rose-flavored ones best, but there are all kinds of flavors.

You know how at Sears the tires are displayed as complete wheels with rims? Well I assumed when you replaced your tires you replaced the hole thing. I was moving cross-country at 23 with my car completely full when I got a flat in an area with no cell service. I managed to change the tire myself and then left the wheel on the side of the road because there was no space and it was muddy. Then I blew the spare 20 miles later when I’d nearly made it back to the interstate. Called my dad while waiting for the tow truck who informed me that no, sears doesn’t replace the whole wheel. Kind tow truck driver drove me to retrieve the wheel before towing my car to a shop. My family enjoys telling this story too much...

Also I didn’t know Azerbaijan was a country until in my 30s. I thought my coworkers were teasing me with a made up word.

My sister didn’t know you had to remove the lint from the dryer. She’d been living in her first home with its own washer dryer for like a year when her husband finally did a load of laundry and discovered the lint store. It’s a miracle the place didn’t burn down.

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Anonymous wrote:I was in high school before I realized the air at gas stations was for tires. I had always assumed it was oxygen for medical emergencies.

Omg I love you. This is great!

Lol too funny!

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Anonymous wrote:The meaning of the lyrics of most of my favorite songs from the 70s...and 80's for that matter!

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I thought song lyrics “afternoon delight” was akin to Narnia’s Turkish delight (dessert)

I read the Narnia books 40 years ago and I still don’t know what Turkish Delight is.

It is similar to the consistency of jello and the flavor of rose water. Sometimes it’s coated in chocolate. Essentially it’s a candy.

It’s chewier than jello. More like a Welch’s fruit snack or a gummy bear.

Is it much more appetizing than it sounds from that description?

DP. I haven't actually had it but I've heard it's disappointing.

It's in a couple seasonal catalogs. I guess I could order some.

NP.

I had some at my DS’s school’s international night. It was good, but definitely not “sell out all of my siblings to a witch” good.

Anonymous wrote:I didn’t understand that Bill Clinton and Monica had oral sex. I remember being confused about the cigar mentions and not getting what really happened. I didn’t get it until I was in college and a friend made a joke about Clinton and blowjobs and it finally clicked!

I thought interns were nurses and was perpetually confused as to why there were so many nurses around the White House when I overheard news discussions. I think I was in college when I finally figured it out.

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Anonymous wrote:1) I didn't know that women have a urethra- I thought urine came out of the vagina;

2) I didn't know that only the cervix dilates during child birth. I thought the vagina dilated as well.

Lord, have mercy.

This was my favorite episode of OITNB.

"THREE HOLES?!"

NP here. I was pretty sheltered growing up. My understanding of where the hymen was situated was gleaned from romance novels, and I came to understand that it was deep inside the birth canal, because the hero was always surprised about the heroine's virginity - "Why did you not tell me before, I would have been gentle with you!".

Anyways, as a virgin on my wedding night, I was not prepared for the pain that came without the deep penetration and I thought that my DH maybe went into the wrong hole. I had heard there were 3 holes!!

Here is the worst part...I just figured it out a few years ago, as a middle aged woman with two kids and a healthy sex life. I don't think that my DH knows or remembers since he was a virgin too. BTW - we both searched for the blood stains and since there was not even a smear we thought that the pain was not from the hymen breaking. I was convinced I was not physically a virgin because I use to play sports.

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Anonymous wrote:When I was 17, I learned that people have sex for reasons besides having children. I did not grow up sheltered in the least and I’ve known how sex works since I was five. However, I am asexual and am on the autism spectrum.

Male or female?

PP here. I am female.

Re: Turkish delight- I didn’t know what it was until I traveled to Turkey as an adult. It’s pretty tasty, especially when fresh. There are tons of flavors and varieties in the markets there.

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Anonymous wrote:I’ve shared this one before. When my husband started a new job and purchased some very nice dress shirts, I wanted to be helpful and get them ready for him. I opened them, removed all the straight pins, threw out the cardboard under the collars and the little plastic tabs tucked into the collars. I washed and ironed them and had them all ready to wear. The first time my dh put one on, he asked where the collar stays were. I had no idea what a collar stay was. I felt so bad that I went back to Nordstrom and bought brass collar stays, which he still uses 20 years later.

On a similar note, I sometimes see grown-ups who leave the tag on the arm of their suit jacket or of their overcoat. The tag you're suppose to cut off. I want to say something to them but never do.

Or those who leave the "X" on the back of coats where there is supposed to be a break in the fabric- haha!

Anonymous wrote:I’ve shared this one before. When my husband started a new job and purchased some very nice dress shirts, I wanted to be helpful and get them ready for him. I opened them, removed all the straight pins, threw out the cardboard under the collars and the little plastic tabs tucked into the collars. I washed and ironed them and had them all ready to wear. The first time my dh put one on, he asked where the collar stays were. I had no idea what a collar stay was. I felt so bad that I went back to Nordstrom and bought brass collar stays, which he still uses 20 years later.

On a similar note, I sometimes see grown-ups who leave the tag on the arm of their suit jacket or of their overcoat. The tag you're suppose to cut off. I want to say something to them but never do.

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Anonymous wrote:The meaning of the lyrics of most of my favorite songs from the 70s...and 80's for that matter!

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I thought song lyrics “afternoon delight” was akin to Narnia’s Turkish delight (dessert)

I read the Narnia books 40 years ago and I still don’t know what Turkish Delight is.

It is similar to the consistency of jello and the flavor of rose water. Sometimes it’s coated in chocolate. Essentially it’s a candy.

It’s chewier than jello. More like a Welch’s fruit snack or a gummy bear.

Is it much more appetizing than it sounds from that description?

DP. I haven't actually had it but I've heard it's disappointing.

It's in a couple seasonal catalogs. I guess I could order some.

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Anonymous wrote:When I was 17, I learned that people have sex for reasons besides having children. I did not grow up sheltered in the least and I’ve known how sex works since I was five. However, I am asexual and am on the autism spectrum.

I am a middle school teacher. This reminds me of the time I overheard some of my sixth graders talking and they thought the same thing. They were going around the table revealing how many times their parents had sex based on how many children in the family. There was an only child in the group ("Oh! Your parents only had sex one time.") but also a kid with five kids in his family ("Oh my GOD! Your parents had sex FIVE times!!")

I was the kid who got in trouble for blowing up this myth in 5th grade when I said something like, "it's only for adults and it sounds gross, but apparently it's also fun and a bonding experience." I also included that you didn't have to be married to do it unless that was something you chose, you could have sex with anyone, but they should be someone who respects you.

I was a junior counselor once on a bus field trip where two little boys (maybe second grade age?) were going around telling all the kids "your parents did it", and "your parents did it", and they got to a girl who had an older sister, also on the bus, and said "and your parents did it twice!", at which point the older sister turned around and said, from the front of the bus. "For your information, my parents have done it way more than twice, because sometimes they do it and it doesn't work, and sometimes they don't even want it to work, they just do it for fun! I bet your parents do it for fun too!" Those little boys turned so red. It was quite amusing to 14 year old me.