tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post5912703919351813329..comments2024-03-26T17:55:50.539-04:00Comments on Cranky old man: THE NAKED TRUTHjoehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-18067722077000601102012-10-29T02:28:42.866-04:002012-10-29T02:28:42.866-04:00Joe, you are one funny dude!Joe, you are one funny dude!danneromerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09268830006681589842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-29005072809099237942012-10-27T23:21:36.150-04:002012-10-27T23:21:36.150-04:00Attitudes sure have changed! I recall as a rugby p...Attitudes sure have changed! I recall as a rugby player in the 1960s attending an after-match party at a married team-mate's home. By the end of the evening another team-mate and I had consumed such a volume of beer that quite rightly it was deemed risky for us to drive home. Our hostess directed us to a spare bedroom where we shared a single bed for the night - without any embarrassment nor any thought about the sleeping arrangement being a bit strange! Keith, a.k.a. Brickyhttp://brickysworld.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-43920736016820783042012-10-27T18:42:07.353-04:002012-10-27T18:42:07.353-04:00I still remember the amo, amas, amat... but very l...I still remember the amo, amas, amat... but very little else of it. When I applied for university - it's lack didn't hold me back. In fact, I learnt far more Latin from doing genealogy than I ever did in school.<br /><br />We had communal changing rooms and showers - even though it was a co-educational boarding school. The boys and girls changing rooms were kept very separate though. Had they been mixed we would have been happy to gawk at the girls but very shy about ourselves.John Chapmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06575901336277340191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-39826043009287752362012-10-27T17:44:38.730-04:002012-10-27T17:44:38.730-04:00okay, i do have to admit i'm a little surprise...okay, i do have to admit i'm a little surprised in the swimming naked - even if it was a boys' school. :)TexWisGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641962051044162710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-72646068691172701502012-10-27T17:32:13.998-04:002012-10-27T17:32:13.998-04:00Those were the days when men were men and the shee...Those were the days when men were men and the sheep were nervous!.Windsmoke.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12225394580987872677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-52827612318707658952012-10-27T11:23:40.963-04:002012-10-27T11:23:40.963-04:00Two years of H.S. Latin. Gives a good foundation ...Two years of H.S. Latin. Gives a good foundation for understanding all words. Lots of solid parenting gave me a good understanding for life. Every body needs a solid foundation. Bones and education for healthy life and mind. <br /><br />Omnia vincit amor.<br /><br />Now I've got to figure out how to get that weird cartoon out of my head. eeeeeeessssh!Leeniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655189620056032790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-6306370512086658702012-10-27T09:52:59.270-04:002012-10-27T09:52:59.270-04:00Perhaps we would be less ashamed of being seen nak...Perhaps we would be less ashamed of being seen naked if our skin fit better!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-13317696195103348612012-10-27T09:40:18.654-04:002012-10-27T09:40:18.654-04:00I took Latin at school. I remember my parents comi...I took Latin at school. I remember my parents coming back from a parents evening, and being very upset because my Latin teacher, Miss Stevenson, had said that I was so bad at Latin that she didn't want me in her class.....Such a shame...I was useless at Latin, and it was a big let down to my Dad who also did Latin and was very good at it....Still what I did learn proved very useful in my learning of French which I did very well with...lol<br /><br />amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatis, amant<br /><br />caeser ad sum yam <br />brutus et erat<br />caeser sic in omnibus<br />brutus sic in at<br /><br />I am thankful that my parents brought me and my sisters up to not be ashamed of the human body - but also not to gawk at it. My sisters and I also grew up in a world of communal showers and changing rooms.<br />Now with my children, the bathroom door is never locked and they have also grown up to see the human body for what it is - the human body. I like to think that my boys are so used to seeing Mum naked that if a young girl were to lose her bikini top in the pool, they would be able to find it and rescue her rather than become incapacitated by the sight of boobs!<br /><br />It is so true that we live in a world that is meant to be more accepting, but in so many ways is making a return to the dark ages. Perhaps it is up to the people of my and your generation to try and put a stop to it all....Thats being said there are plenty of folks my age who think I am crazy to let anyone see me naked.....lolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-34264609670271771262012-10-27T08:42:03.497-04:002012-10-27T08:42:03.497-04:00Yes, dammit, of course you're right. Still, I...Yes, dammit, of course you're right. Still, I miss my yellow pad and #2 pencil. And those National Geographics that showed native women au naturel. And the Pony Express. No, wait, that was a bit early for me, too.<br /><br />Feces Occureth!<br /><br />SLowandslowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08608734222483888884noreply@blogger.com