I made the mistake of thinking that this topic was good fodder for conversation with my daughters, who are university students and therefore know everything.
I got no farther than "Have you heard the sad story of Nigel the Gannet?" before the corrections started. With infinite condescension, the younger one interrupted to say, "Mom, I think it's pronounced 'nat.' Nigel the Gnat. The 'g' is silent."
After clarifying, somewhat testily, that Nigel was not an insect, I foolishly continued trying to paraphrase this thread, only to have the other daughter femsplain to me, based on the title alone, that the song "She Didn't Say No" is a horrible relic of a benighted age of assumptions about sexual consent.
I'm becoming increasingly envious of Nigel, who for years happily chattered away to his nearest and dearest, in a paradise where nary was heard a discouraging word.
Last edited by Julie Steiner; 02-04-2018 at 12:47 PM.
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