|Come on in!|
If you ever show up on my doorstep I would open my door and let you in.
I would let you in as soon as I shoved the dirty dishes into the oven, kicked stray newspapers under the sofa and wiped the toilet down with a wad of tissues.
But then I would invite you in, set you down in the least uncomfortable chair, offer you coffee or even tea and turn the heat up above 62 degrees.
Your political affiliation, religious beliefs or opinion of Agatha Christie would not influence my treatment of you. Even though politics, religion and Agatha Christie are important to me, and even if you don’t hold to my convictions, you would not be given the least comfortable chair, a cold cup of coffee or an icy draft.
I would show you hospitality and respect and several hundred photos of my family.
Only if, by your language or behavior, you began to trample on those ideals and truths that are close to my heart would I hasten to remind you that my front door also functions as an exit.
‘The Prude Disapproves’ is open to anyone who has a few minutes to spare, doesn’t mind slightly off-kilter but never off-color decor, and can process passionate blanket statements about matters of absolutely no importance whatsoever.
The Prude writes for those who don’t want every discussion to turn into a battle.
It is for folks who don’t mind laughing at situations but don’t like laughing at people.
The Prude disapproves of many things, and foremost would be incivility.
This blog is the slightly quirky funhouse. You won’t like everything in it and some things just won’t work no matter how they are pumped up. But it’s a safe house. The jeering clowns and the mocking sniggers are permanently dismantled, and while you’ll never be poked or shoved you should occasionally be tickled.
Visit as often as you want. The Prude is open. Just leave your battle gear at the door, please.