[quote]Spartiates wrote:
As a kid, I was one of those kids who really thought adults were very “adult”, that grownups interacted with each other in a thoughtful respectful way and that there were smart, relatively self-less people running things.
I was actually really late growing up from that. It probably wasn’t until I was pointlessly/maliciously fired from a job when I was like 15 that it started to click…[/quote]
[quote]altimus wrote:
For the first 10 years of my life, I thought my grandfather’s name was Paul. We all called him ‘Pa’, so my 10 year old self thought we were just shortening his name a little. Real name was Thomas, I was floored.[/quote]
LOL!
That’s funny because when I was small, my dad had a friend named Paul, and I thought everyone was calling him ‘Pa’. I didn’t know Paul was a name until 1st or 2nd grade.[/quote]
When I was young, I remember watching old 3 stooges and the like in black and white. Obviously the newer shows were in color, but all the old ones were in b&w, so I assumed it was because the film had faded and all the colors had run out, kind of like how old photos would fade and yellow with time.
I started reading MAD magazine at a very, very young age. Used to buy it with my allowance money. Admittedly many of the jokes were completely over my head, but I still enjoyed it.
One particular article kept mentioning the word “cleavage”, without any context that I could pick up on. You can imagine my mom’s shock when her 8 year old son runs up to her and asks “do you know what cleavage is?”
Her answer was “skin on people’s chests”. It really was a half-assed answer, but I think given her surprise it was the best she could come up with at the time.
After returning from a sick day, my teacher laughed hysterically when I said “my mom put Vicks Vapo-Rub on my cleavage”
In my newspaper’s TV schedule when I was a kid they would frequently have TBA in some time slots. I’d see in on different channels at different times and wondered what this show was that was so popular.
[quote]PimpBot5000 wrote:
I started reading MAD magazine at a very, very young age. Used to buy it with my allowance money. Admittedly many of the jokes were completely over my head, but I still enjoyed it.
One particular article kept mentioning the word “cleavage”, without any context that I could pick up on. You can imagine my mom’s shock when her 8 year old son runs up to her and asks “do you know what cleavage is?”
Her answer was “skin on people’s chests”. It really was a half-assed answer, but I think given her surprise it was the best she could come up with at the time.
After returning from a sick day, my teacher laughed hysterically when I said “my mom put Vicks Vapo-Rub on my cleavage”[/quote]
After hearing Darling Nikki by Prince, I asked my mom in front of a group of women what masturbation was. She turned beet red and said we’d discuss it later.
I conflated Pennsylvania and Transylvania, and was terrified when I visited the former. I remember there were a lot of daddy longlegs where I was staying, and I thought they were vampires who preferred not to be bats. Not a fun trip.
One of my friends saw Boyz in the Hood when we were kids. After he watched it he said, “Black people do it funny.” I guess he assumed from that one scene that blacks only have sex in the cowgirl position.
Every year at Thanksgiving, my mom served what I thought were beets and I never ate any because I don’t care for them. When I was 33(!) I found out that it was actually sliced canned cranberry sauce that she had been serving all those years.
When I was a kid in the 70s and before I could read, I used to watch “That Girl” because I thought the announcer said “Bat Girl” would be on next. I used to get so irritated that Marlo Thomas never turned into Bat Girl.
When I first heard about rubbers, I thought they were small (rubber) balls that you placed in your urethra to catch all the sperm. I also thought a part of a woman’s anatomy was called a virginia.
When I was a kid, I thought several meant seven. Seven was the most popular number on earth apparently. Also when I was very young I thought dinosaurs lived in eggs because they looked the same as the cartoons and books. While my grandpa was in the store I sat in the car and threw eggs out the windows, my response: “I was looking for the dinosaurs.”
I shit you not, until the tender age of 18 I thought the word lingerie was pronounced how it was spelled. I had heard how it was actually pronounced but, for some reason, it just never clicked. The way I said it sounds more like how you would describe one of those farts that just doesn’t seem to go away.
As a kid I didn’t know the difference between “guerrilla” and “gorilla”. I didn’t even know that guerrilla was a word.
When I would hear about “gorilla attacks” on the news I’d be really surprised that people weren’t way more worked up about giant apes attacking towns and trains and soldiers and whatnot. This seemed like a really serious problem to me.
I used to think (when I was 4 or 5 Iron Dwarf!)that the spare wheel space on the back of Lincoln Continental was another speedometer so people behind the car could for some reason tell how fast the car was going.
[quote]Reptar wrote:
I shit you not, until the tender age of 18 I thought the word lingerie was pronounced how it was spelled. I had heard how it was actually pronounced but, for some reason, it just never clicked. The way I said it sounds more like how you would describe one of those farts that just doesn’t seem to go away.
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Similar to this, I was a teenager before I realized what hors d’oeuvres were. When I heard people say “or derves” I knew exactly what they were talking about, but when I read “hors d’oeuvres” I didn’t know what the fuck it was, and never bothered to ask. I assumed it was pronounced “whores de-vores”.
When I was a wee lad playing tee-ball for the first time, I didn’t know what Shortstop was and assumed that the coach had nicknamed one of the kids “Short Stuff.” I even called the kid Short Stuff when we weren’t playing, to his annoyance.
One time, the coach told me to go to Shortstop, and I walked to the outfield to stand right next to the Short Stuff kid. We were all confused.
I hadn’t heard the word “detritus” actually spoken till quite recently, as in this very year, Iron Dwarf!.. and found I’d been pronouncing it wrong in my head when I’d read it.