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Redefining "Public"

weather: partially sunny
outside: 15°C
mood: giggly
Do you feel comfortable in public with no shirt on?

I saw this question in a survey and thought "Uh, no." But it reminded me of how userinfoHusband Guy and I re-define "public" in different ways just to get each other. It's one of our ongoing ThingsTheHusbandAndIArgueAbout.Com fights. =D

It started out when I forgot to close the door on him taking a nap one hot summer. He play-yelled at me for leaving the door open so that "everyone" could see him sleeping naked. I yelled back between laughter that there was no one else in the house to constitute "a public".

It turns out, according to him, that the bedroom gets re-zoned as "public" territory as soon as the door is opened because it then is conjoined with the hallway which is definitely as public as the sidewalk in front of the house. When you live with other people in the house, I guess that's the way it is.

Some months later, I was changing in the bedroom, he walked in on me half naked. Silliness ensued:

Him: "What do you think you're doing, stripping in public?!"
Me: "I'm not in public! The door was closed."
Him: "If there are two or more people in any room in this house, it's considered public."

And it's just gotten worse from there. The next time he was in the washroom, I walked in and exclaimed my dismay at him peeing in public.


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Oct. 4th, 2004 06:28 pm (UTC)
Weird. Both IE and Mozilla will wrap stuff that's too long for me. But you're on AOL and that's using its own off-shoot of IE, so it might not work the same way.
Oct. 4th, 2004 07:54 pm (UTC)
Robin and I are the same way. I'm comfortable running around my apartment with not a whole lot on, and am not afraid to be seen in somewhat revealing pajamas in front of my housemates. Robin refuses to leave our room unless he's wearing pants and a shirt.
Oct. 5th, 2004 06:35 am (UTC)
Public Nudity
Heh ... that's a hoot. I was pretty much raised by wolves in the back-woods of Minnesota. If you had the body-fat to allow you to go shirtless without freezing to death, you were more than welcome to. It irks my wife to no end when I'm out in the back yard with just my tighty whities on, letting the dogs do their thing. Even more so when there is a foot of snow on the ground. My back yard is no more public than my bathroom. Now, if someone sees me, I will refuse to pay reparations for their emotional distress.
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