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Sum's avatar

When I was a small boy we had a black Cocker Spaniel we named Sambo. When I told my soon to be wife about the dog she had a shocked look on her face and blurted out, “That’s Racist!” Then she told me the story of how it came to be so. So, I get the landmine metaphor.

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Daniel Nest's avatar

I once asked a girl I liked in university about what I thought was a perfectly innocuous tiny scar she had on her shoulder. Up until that point, we were having a nice chat. As soon as I brought up the scar, her face went blank and she gave me a stone-cold "I don't want to talk about it." That was the last time in my life I ever made small talk. (Citation needed.)

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