If a long-dead ancestor came back to grace our dinner table with their presence, I think the only thing they’d find shocking is the color of the walls in our dining room. We’re boring, boring people. No one has weird piercings, no one has tattoos, no one has bright, unnatural hair colors, no one has children out of wedlock, no one is gay (not that that’s shocking today, but for this ancestor, it would be blasphemous), and my parents are still married, 44 years on.
I rather like the fact that our family will never be featured on a Jerry Springer or Maury Povich-type show. I’d much rather watch people like that and laugh at them than being the people being laughed at.