Here is a story about the time I got in trouble as a kid for repeatedly using the word “whorehouse.”— Andrew Farmer (@thatsajellyfish) September 1, 2020
Christmas 1995. I was in my basement, watching a Vincent Price movie (as most 8 year olds do) when I heard the line “she died in a whorehouse.” This was a word I didn’t know.— Andrew Farmer (@thatsajellyfish) September 1, 2020
I went up to the living room where the grown-ups were socializing and asked the first adult I saw, my aunt, what a whorehouse was. Her response was very vague but I left our conversation feeling quite certain that a whorehouse was a type of psychiatric hospital.— Andrew Farmer (@thatsajellyfish) September 1, 2020
February 1996. My friend Guy and I were being driven to go sledding. Guy was doing a silly voice & bouncing up & down. His mom said “Guy calm down!” And I said with complete confidence “Yeah Guy! Don’t make us call the whorehouse!” Guy’s mom gasped “WHAT?” but somehow dropped it.— Andrew Farmer (@thatsajellyfish) September 1, 2020
April 1996. In my Catholic School, we were each assigned to design a board game. I decided on a haunted house theme, but wanted to add some intrigue. I figured a haunted hospital would be inventive, and what was a more evocative word for hospital? Whorehouse.— Andrew Farmer (@thatsajellyfish) September 1, 2020