I remember a Thanksgiving dinner at my grandparents house, with my dad and his two younger brothers' entire families. It was a full house.
Dad's youngest brother went off on how the National Endowment for the Arts needed to be more tightly controlled, and Senator Jesse Helms was just the man to do it. A southern republican and a deeply religious man, he would have no tolerance for heathen imagery, such as the then-hot-topic pictures of Robert Mapplethorpe.
As the table's resident artist, and as the leftmost-leaning attendee, I foolishly stepped up to debate. As long as there is an NEA, the review committee should probably be staffed by people who actually know something about art.
So then, while everyone's got their mouth full of yams, stuffing, and gravy, my uncle launched into a tirade about Mapplethorpe's photo of an exposed male ass, with a bullwhip stuffed up the guy's sphincter.
Dinner table! Thanksgiving dinner table! Grandparents!
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