Whatever happened to Tupperware parties? (semi-rated R)
So my sister calls me up and demands that a reserve a date on my calander. "Why?" "Because you're coming to a party!!" "Whose?" "MINE!" she squeels. "Why are you having a party?" Mental database searches for significant dates close at hand. "Cuz...I AM." was her only reply. A cold chill runs down my spine. Suspician dawns. "Trac....," I take deep breaths and ask weakly, "You're NOT having one of those sex toy parties are you?" "YEP and YOU'RE COMING! I'm having Grandma come, too. It'll be a HOOT!!!" Angels and ministers of grace defend me. Do Not Want. I really don't want to go, not because I'm purdish, but because I know she'll badger me into buying something. She insists I need something though I have told her on numerous occasions that just because I am Celibate does not mean I am without....skills. And I really want to pick something like that out with my mother and grandmother present. Please. I still have issues from when she used to buy my school clothes. My mother and I JUST don't have the same taste in, like, anything. Can you imagine? "No, dear, No...not that one. You need a bigger one like this. Look! its a pretty color, has batteries all ready included and glows in the dark!" Imagine the therapy session. (SOBS) "My mother wouldn't let me pick out my own Di***do. I wanted the starter set and she made me get a 3 in 1! WAH!!! I have to see it every time I open my sock drawer!!!!!" Maybe I'll have another Niacin episode that day.

:rotf: Oh, Mimian, I suddenly had this mental picture of me having to go to party like that with my mother. I sympathise. My mom standing there looking for the manual... :happy :shock Or worse, she can tell exactly the difference between the Tarzan EX20 and the TarzanWTF23. :wall: There are certain things you don't want to know about your mother, let alone your grandmother. And there are a lot of things you don't want them to know about you.. :wink: Good luck and lots of strength for that day. Hope you can think of a good excuse. :hug

:whistle Well, guess what. I did go to one of these parties with my Mom and two of my sisters. My Mom is seventy-five, has eight kids and can be a hoot. Once, when my sister mentioned Tantric Sex in an e-mail. Mom's response was "You mean there's a kind of sex I didn't know about?" They usually have a lot of lotions and stuff that's not too embarassing to order and our representative let us go in a separate room so no one knows what you ordered. Of course, my sister decided to be a rep, so I may have a little explaining to do. :roll: GG

I was suddenly reminded of the few times my mother and I went shopping together. We soon agreed that we should go shopping separately because if we did together we all too often ended up fighting.

Mimian - you're too much! I know what you're saying. I had one of those parties a couple years ago. To christen my brand new house that I had just bought. A friend of mine was a rep, so I booked it. Nice turnout and yes all buying was done in my bedroom in total privacy. But my mom had wanted to come and I told her "No Mom I love you, but I just can't have you there. I just don't want to know that you're buying stuff." And I certainly didn't want her knowing that I was buying stuff!!! There are just some subjects that my mom and I don't need to discuss. This is one of them. Good luck to you girl!!

My mom used to sell Tupperware and when I was little all that stuff used to fasinate me. She had huge boxes of the stuff and I always had these huge tea parties with it. And then I had to put it back very carefully so she wouldn't know what I was doing. Good times. PS, I'm really got you got your own spot Mim. I missed reading your stuff. It always made me think.

Those parties are very popular round here. They are indeed a real hoot! There was a lovely moment of retribution for me recently, when I realised that The EX's 'other woman' (now his only woman) was there too. Sitting in the circle as we handed round equipment for group perusal and fun, I made a face at a particularly 'rhythmic' article. "Fancy that one, Linz?" asked my mate. "God no!" came my reply, "Reminds me too much of Mr. Pnuematic Drill! Had that for far too many years! (Are you going to be much longer? I have to pick the kids up......). They do say revenge is a dish best served cold.......two years should be about right, huh?

They are even organizing Tupperware trips to popular tourist resorts round here: my grandparents used to participate in them.