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July 12, 2010
Itís 1984, and Iím at my new boyfriend, Davidís, parentsí for brunch. Iíve eaten with him before and know him to have lovely table manners, so why is it that the rest of his impossibly red-headed family, doctors and lawyers, not only chew with their mouths open to allow a full view of the food inside but to do so noisily with great wet slurps and slops and pops and gulps? And here I thought redheads would have better manners to make up for Ö all the red hair! I want to tell them that they really should know better.