Pee is #1
Poop is #2


My brothers used to say puke was #3 but mom would get angry.

When my dad gets a bit...gassy... I usually just ask him what crawled up his butt and died. He says he's much too classy to do anything so uncouth as to be gassy.

No one was worse with gas than my dog TinyMonsters. He's been gone for four years and it's sure a lot easier to breathe around here now.

I think the TV commercials that talk about solutions to some pretty personal problems have gotten a little out of control.

I'm not a prude......but if I had some of the conditions that they discuss you better believe I would already know what to do for it and where to buy a remedy.

Some of these commercials air during prime time not to mention all day. They put ratings on TV shows to warn parents. I think some of these commercials deserve a rating....and a warning!

I remember when Jack Parr (anybody else remember him?)got censored for saying "water closet" (BR) on the tonight show.

I really really wish we could go back to the gentler days, when we didn't necessarily call a spade a spade, but ev1 knew what you meant..

BTW, my Grandma called 'em wooftees..

As a nurse I never understood why 'old' people called laxatives 'physics'. And when my daughters dog Timmy farted in Pet Smart I thought they were going to have to evacuate the building!

remember when Richard van dyke (got ya censors!) and laura had to have separate beds? Lucy and Ricky?

Remember when Lucy couldnt say pregnant on Tv? with little ricky she had to say she "was expecting a package"


Remember Laura and her peddle pusher pants?! what a hoot! the critics had a feild day that her legs were showing. They wanted her to wear a dress.

AHHHH, the good ole days..

I miss them so much. Nowadays you never know what you're going to see or hear on TV. My grandmother would be shocked!

You know, my mom and dad weren't snooty or "prudes" (as if that's a BAD thing). They were warm and friendly and laughed and had fun.

But they didn't hold with being vulgar or crude, and either we found a "nice" way of saying things, or we didn't say them at all. And we were taught by example that somethings just didn't NEED to be said. (Today it's called TMI)

I've gotten slack, and a lot of language I use now (pee, butt, etc.) would bring a look of disappointment to my mother's face.

My mom knew that "lady-like" didn't mean you couldn't swing a softball bat or climb a tree or haul in a mess of horned pout. It meant you didn't call attention to your private parts and functions, and you ESPECIALLY didn't do so by being vulgar. (Trust me, we learned the word "vulgar" at a very tender age).

I'm all in favor of "girl talk", and I don't want to go back to the dark ages. But I do miss the days of a bit more class.

Gosh, I love this thread...

You know, to this day I still can't use the word "panties." Maybe because I was abused...but I hate, hate that word.
My monthly was "my friend". Some friend!!
I still can't use words that are " common", even though I grew up in a low-to-middle class family.
Uptight, or classy? You be the judge

Oh, as prudish as I am, when I had my first baby (my mom died a few months before, but I was blessed by a wonderful MIL), my MIL clued me in on the "correct" terms for "down there": Peterdink for the boys... never got the "correct" term for the girl parts, since I only had one after 3 boys...DH and I decided to call them by their correct parts, and not be inhibited about it. One of the best decisions we ever made.

And I agree-as progressive as I am about discussing human problems with the adult kids, I still cringe when I see a tampon commercial or an ED commercial. Ugh..