When I was 13 I clipped a photo of Raquel Welch wearing that skimpy cave gal costume, remember that? And tacked it to the wall of my room.
My mother was a pious church goer all her life, so of course, the rest of us were too. (It was one of those `of’ churches that spent a lot of time discussing whether playing cards, movies, novels and two door chromed Chevys were ‘worldly’.)
Mom was very sensitive to such things: she heard (and saw) Flip Wilson doing his “The devil made me do it!” bit on TV and ... her chin dropped, she blushed and walked out of the room.
She must have noticed the picture. My Dad (CIB, Bronze star) was more worldly but I’m guessing he was given his orders, and sat me down.
“Your mother is concerned about that thing and asked me to talk to you about it.”
I had to think quick. “Pop, at least it isn’t David Cassidy or Bobby Sherman.” And that was good enough for him. I covered it with an innocuous poster.
The way I see it—sure it’s bad stuff she did, but if God didn’t want us to look He wouldn’t have made them pretty.
LOL here! Genius answer.