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Saturday, June 30, 2012
THE PRUDE AND THE PASSION PARTY
Me: (at the Pearly Gates) Knock knock!
St. Peter: Who’s there? Oh, it’s you. Are you expecting to be admitted here?
Me: Well, I thought I was sent here. Perhaps there is some mistake.
St, Peter: (checking the records( Could you step aside. We have some questions to ask. Your conduct while on Earth has raised some concerns. Now, our records show that in June of 2012 you attended a gathering which had been assembled to view a variety of products intended for use by passionate people. Is this true?
Me: Well, yes.
St. Peter: And our records show that the products promised physical pleasure. According to this report, at the first half of the party the saleswoman displayed lotions, liquids and creams with appealing smells, tastes and tingles, suggesting possible applications for them. Is that correct?
Me: Yes. That is correct.
St. Peter: And our records also show that after the break, that same saleswoman displayed a variety of battery operated devices, mostly long and a bit round. Some were said to vibrate. Is that true?
Me: Yes. That is correct.
St. Peter: How, then, do you explain your presence there?
Me: I was invited to go.
St. Peter: Hmmmmmm. I can see that an invitation might have led to this, for someone else. In that case, it would have been perfectly understandable. But our records show, in your case, a distinct aversion to sales parties. You had often been invited to product gatherings in the past, Amway parties, TupperWare parties, jewellery parties, clothing parties, candle parties. Is that true.
Me: Yes, that is true.
St. Peter: And our records show that you refused these invitations. Is that true?
Me: Yes, that is true.
St. Peter: Which, as I say, would lead us to think that you would refuse this invitation as well, unless, of course, you had a tendency to appreciate things that might be thought of as—how shall I say it—risque. May I now point out one other confusing detail? This, clearly, was a party of a different sort. Shall we call it a tiny bit risque?
Me: I suppose it could have been thought of in that way.
St. Peter: Our records also show evidence that throughout your life, you had been a bit of a prude. There is plenty of evidence for this. The evidence began early in your adult development. Let’s see, you, for example, found Love Story a bit shocking when you saw it at the movie theatre. Is that true?
Me: That is true.
St. Peter: Once again I ask you: How do you explain your presence at this particular gathering when so many other party invitations had been refused?
Me: Okay. I confess. I could not resist the temptation. You see, I was invited to this party by women of a younger generation, women born long after Love Story was released. To be honest, they might not have known I was shocked by Love story.
St. Peter: Perhaps you should say more about the particular temptation that took you.
Me: They said they believed it would be fun to have me there. I couldn’t help but wonder if they were right about that.
St. Peter: And was it fun to have you there?
Me: Actually, I can’t say for sure. It’s not the sort of thing you can ask. But I can say for sure that I had some fun.
St. Peter: Fun with the products?
Me: A little, perhaps. But it gave me hope also.
St. Peter: Hope? How so?
Me: There I was in a roomful of young women, some of them married, some of them mothers, some not yet partnered. It was a bridal shower, a bit like so many other bridal showers where women wish other women the joy of housekeeping by giving them baking pans and dishcloths. We ate a lot of good food, just like at other showers.
St. Peter: But this one was different.
Me: Yes, this one was different. At this one, there were good things to eat, but no baking supplies. I believe the difference was in the wishing. At this party, women were wishing the bride a life of physical pleasure. A life of physical pleasure! I thought it a marvellous thing to hope for.
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If you have to defend yourself at the pearly gates of heaven, throw me under the bus. I most surly will have a few things to say to these gentlemen. Lol.
And you were fun and not a prude. Although I have seen love story and that made me smile at your response "back then".
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