Rude Awakenings

We all have those rude awakenings in life, like when you find out there are no school busses in your local school district, or when you find out an old friend is a Werewolf.

Or as a mom when you’re driving along with a car full to teenagers (because you’re the cool mom and they feel comfortable talking around you) and they start talking about slut shaming. It is a huge issue at their school. I’m surprised by it. I shouldn’t be because I’ve heard it all before but it makes me sad.

And then the conversation turns to the following overheard conversations:

Guy: Have sex with me.

Girl: No.

Guy to his friends: She is such a slut.




Boy #1: She is built. Skinny girls usually aren’t built like that.

Girl: She has a push up bra.

Boy #2: In her swim suit top?

Girl: They make them that way.

Boy #1: Oh man, I thought they were real.

Girl: You’re disgusting.


The conversation moved on to clothing. Male fashion. They’ll talk about it if they don’t feel like someone (other guys) will jump all over them for it. Hey, every girl’s crazy bout a well dressed man.

Then they went on to talk about strippers and not seeing the point of the profession. One kid said “it like having cake in front of you then being told you can’t eat it.” Out of the mouths of babes.

I could write another 2,000 words on the subject but I’ll just leave it. All sorts of memories of stories of decades past come up and I truly do not want to rehash it today. Maybe another time but not today.

Today has been one of those days… it has been like that for many many many days, weeks, months… my regular readers I’m sure have noticed.


Things You Never Want to Ask A Vampire

Do you like sleep in a crypt or something? I sleep in a bed. A nice bed. 

Can you make me into a Vampire? The answer will always be no.

Why not? You don’t need to know.

Why not? You’d be a horrible Vampire.

Why do you say that?

Alright at this point expect nothing good to come out of that conversation. I’ve done lists like this before. No good comes out of pestering a Vampire.

Just like no good comes out of pestering someone about sex or because you have weird notions about their body or sexuality or personality. Just chill. I let my kids know that sex is something between consenting ADULTS. It isn’t something one uses for control or games or to get something you want. That again is another 2,000 words I won’t go into tonight.

The good point of this is that all the teens in my life feel comfortable talking around me. I’m not going to flip out over every little thing. At the same time I am the adult. If there is something I really do need to be concerned with I can act on it, or at least get the discussion/conversation going.

So it all wraps up to what I always say about everything. Talk to your kids. Talk with your kids. Let them talk. Listen to them. Savor those funny stories. Savor those discussions about life. Don’t act like you know it all either or be too opinionated – let them talk. If you let them talk they’ll let you listen in. Think about it.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman (who is celebrating the fact that this is my 800th post! Now go back and read the back posts – you’ll be glad you did. This is your summer reading assignment.)


Vampire Teens of Olden Days (still having fun after all these years)

Vampire Teens of Olden Days (still having fun after all these years)




6 thoughts on “Rude Awakenings

  1. You know, Juliette. Sometimes it’s quite interesting what Teenagers talk about… I’ve been talking to two Teen-Boys a while ago and tried to make them understand what girls feel if they do or say this or that… they were hopeless… just like MEN (only sillier) HAHA
    As for your list of questions: I really need to think of a list of questions that I CAN ask a Vampire. 🙂


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