My inner 12-year-old boy seems to be breaking free more and more frequently these days.
Just within the past month I have found myself giggling as I encountered the following names:
Anita Head
Dick Johnson
Ms. Sackrider
Why? Why do I go instantly into Beavis and Butthead mode at these?
And can anyone explain my chuckles at the wording of an ad on Facebook for a dating site for those of us over 50:
“Our mature male members….”
There have been others, but I can’t remember them now… And I am not alone in this; I have several co-workers—doctors no less—who are right there with me in these giggle fests. Of course, the fact that I feel compelled to share these gems with them is another frightening thing. I have raised children, people. I am a grandmother—I am supposed to have decorum.
I need help.
