My Mother
My mother’s favorite movie of all time is Dirty Dancing . I remember being around six or seven when I walked in on her watching it. She was lying on the couch, and, when she caught sight of me, she rushed to find the little grey DVD remote to pause the TV. She paused the movie at the perfect moment. Baby was carrying a watermelon into the slightly seedy, and more than slightly erotic, dance party. The frame was incredibly blurry, but I could just make out Baby’s shocked expression and the knowing smirk on the face of the guy next to her. This was enough to stir my childlike curiosity. “Can I watch with you?” I asked my mom. She said no and turned the TV off to really drive the point home. Talk about adding insult to injury. When I asked why, she explained that the movie was inappropriate and that I could watch it when I was older. This was beyond insulting to me. As a six-year-ol...