It's amazing to me, but I now find myself at a point in my life where I am constantly recalling long lost memories from my youth. Today one came back to me after looking at a selfie. My father was a very co-dependent man who made a habit of constantly trying to invoke his way of doing everything on his family. I was his favorite target in that regard. He viewed me as a major disappointment, largely because I wasn't his clone. Some of that had to with the fact that I wasn't boy enough for his tastes. He would regularly scorn me when I somehow failed his masculinity test. While that general impression has lived on in my psyche for decades, a lot of the specific details have been long repressed. But today I remembered one particular incident that took place at an extended family reunion, in front of fair number of people, when I was about 16. I was just sitting on a chair eating a hamburger, when my father yelled out loud enough for many to hear: "Stop sitting that way. You are crossing your legs like a girl". I felt a little embarrassed, but I honestly didn't know what I had done wrong. Sitting that way just seemed perfectly normal to me. Yet I said nothing back. I just nodded and uncrossed my legs.
My dad has been deceased about 9 years, but if he were here right now and said that I was sitting like a girl, I would simply respond:Well Ya Dad, Duh!