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Question of the Day!
What does your family do that you assumed was perfectly normal until you found out otherwise? (Based on this reddit post - don't go in unless you've got a couple of hours to spend reading.)
My answers ... mostly cut-and-pasted from my Reddit comments. :)
-- Salting melons. I remember being at college and sitting across from a German girl in the dining hall, who freaked the hell out when I salted my watermelon. Badly enough that I was mildly concerned I'd traumatized her.
-- My family on my dad's side are all tall, good-looking, red-haired, and musical. They play instruments and sing (in tune, even!) and write songs. Every time the family gets together, eventually the guitars come out and everyone sits around and sings.
I warned
myrialux about this. He didn't believe me. Until we went to my cousin's wedding last fall, and the rehearsal dinner was jam packed with tall redheads singing and playing guitars, the wedding had a song that was written by my uncle for his wedding that's been sung at every wedding in the family since, and everyone got up and danced for hours at the reception. He still doesn't quite believe it, and tends to sputter "They're ... they're like the Partridge Family! Only good!"
(Someone said to me, once, "So your dad's family are all elves, then?" And yes, being short, dumpy, non-musical, and brown-haired at family get-togethers is exactly like being a hobbit among elves.)
-- We also tend to play penny-ante poker at every family get-together, which confused a few of my friends whose families thought gambling was a sin.
-- My parents turned me into a skeptic by insisting in the reality of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy. I had many, many arguments with my parents where I attempted to point out all the facts that proved these personages couldn't be real, and they continually insisted that no, they were real. Drove me nuts as a kid, because I couldn't believe they would be that stupid.
-- We called the television remote the "flipperdoodle". Only pronounced correctly if you're also miming holding it in your hand and punching buttons with your thumb.
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myrialux derives endless hours of amusement from "zoot-zoot," which is my family's name for a metal tape measure.
My answers ... mostly cut-and-pasted from my Reddit comments. :)
-- Salting melons. I remember being at college and sitting across from a German girl in the dining hall, who freaked the hell out when I salted my watermelon. Badly enough that I was mildly concerned I'd traumatized her.
-- My family on my dad's side are all tall, good-looking, red-haired, and musical. They play instruments and sing (in tune, even!) and write songs. Every time the family gets together, eventually the guitars come out and everyone sits around and sings.
I warned
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(Someone said to me, once, "So your dad's family are all elves, then?" And yes, being short, dumpy, non-musical, and brown-haired at family get-togethers is exactly like being a hobbit among elves.)
-- We also tend to play penny-ante poker at every family get-together, which confused a few of my friends whose families thought gambling was a sin.
-- My parents turned me into a skeptic by insisting in the reality of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy. I had many, many arguments with my parents where I attempted to point out all the facts that proved these personages couldn't be real, and they continually insisted that no, they were real. Drove me nuts as a kid, because I couldn't believe they would be that stupid.
-- We called the television remote the "flipperdoodle". Only pronounced correctly if you're also miming holding it in your hand and punching buttons with your thumb.
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http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-easter-bunny-died.html
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I'm trying to think of other stuff but coming up blank. For instance, we habitually had fruit for dessert instead of, e.g., cake or pudding, but that's very common in Korea even if it wasn't common in Houston. And I also suspect making fresh tomato juice with sugar instead of hot sauce or whatever is typical in Korea. (I don't care for V8, but I love sugared fresh tomato juice!)
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My idea of what school was like was heavily informed by reading Enid Blyton books when I was in Africa. XD
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When I was three or four, I told my cousin Santa Claus didn't exist and made him cry (he was a year older). XD
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Also - salted grapefruit - get that silly sugar away from me!
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Never tried salted grapefruit, though!
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I remember on RASFF (I think), someone said they liked eating salted lemons.
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My mother and I have very snarky "conversations" that have worried friends of mine because they think we're fighting. We're not, of course, but the phrase "Are you some special kind of retarded that you can't [fill in task]?" has come up more than once. Not particularly PC, I know, but we don't do it to people outside the family.
We generally do Christmas dinner and presents on the night before Christmas as a family, with "Santa" gifts arriving the next day for the kids. In recent years, this has resulted in me being without anything to do on Christmas, which when I talk approvingly about a nice Asian or Indian restaurant that I found on Christmas Day, I get looks of pity from people who don't know that I've already done the whole Christmas thing (including a midnight service) with my family already.
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And pretty much inextricably tied in to the first one -- not being raised to think that fix-it tool use, hobbies, etc. were particularly gendered activities. My grandpa, male cousins, etc. knew how to sew leather and do beadwork; my mom, aunts, etc. could drive a tractor or handle a shotgun or use power tools. The first time I encountered folks who thought that my lack of a Y chromosome meant that I must not be competent to hang a picture or assemble an Ikea bookcase blew my freaking mind, and not in a good way.
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We also still celebrate Sinterklaas as a holdover from our years living in the Netherlands, and we have an Easter tree each year (though that tradition seems to be spreading, when we first started doing that everyone thought it was SO WEIRD).
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Haven't come across an Easter tree yet. Huh.
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But I also grew up keeping almost EVERYTHING in the fridge -- butter, condiments like ketchup and shoyu, fruit, homemade or open packages of cookies and crackers, birdseed for my pets. Between the heat and humidity many things would tend to spoil, go rancid or soggy faster if kept out on the counter, and in a two-person household we just didn't go through the food fast enough to make up for that, and I guess the habit extended to almost everything whether it made sense or not. (The one major exception to the rule, for some reason, was peanut butter, which had to be kept at room temperature.)
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Visiting family gravesites throughout the year -- not just on holidays or anniversaries, etc., but just sort of random "it's a nice weekend, let's go visit" just because, with maybe some flowers or a bottle of water to clean the gravestones. It's not like these places were old and neglected...the grave we went to most often was at Punchbowl, which is kind of like the Arlington of the Pacific and pretty well-maintained, but it was just an everyday family sort of thing to also take care of the site ourselves.
Presents from pets. Oh, we did the presents *for* pets too, any animals in the household would get some sort of new treat or toy for Christmas, and their names got "signed" to greeting cards for the humans on birthdays/holidays/etc., but I've known many other pet owners who did that sort of thing. But at some point in my tweens or thereabouts my mom started in on this thing where any gift-giving occasion would typically include one item that was "from" the animals rather than her. That only started to weird me out when she kept sending me presents from my dog who'd been dead for five years... o_O
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I get presents from Santa, in my mom's handwriting.
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...I am currently writing this sitting atop the same waterbed frame (now filled with a custom-made, non-water mattress) that I've used since I was five. You just can't beat the extra height plus 2 rows of drawer storage!