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Do you blush?


I used to blush because I was embarrassed from blushing so much.

I hated it when someone said something that would make me turn a lovely shade of magenta, like "your legs are soooo skinny". (BTW, you should see me now.) Or, when one of my siblings announced that a certain boy moved his seat on the bus so he could be right behind me. Oh, and the worst one, when the teacher called on you in class and you didn't have a clue what the answer was. It didn't take much for my body temperature to rise and spread over my face and neck.

We all loved our colorful Coca-Cola calendars, the scantily-clad cuties who were always so happy to be drinking their Cokes in glass bottles. One relative wanted one of those calendars, but couldn't bring herself to hang it in the living room where just anybody could see it, causing embarrassment and prompting questions from teenagers! What if the preacher came to visit? Her solution: she got crayons and made the young ladies lovely outfits to wear over their swimsuits.

Those were the days when Lucy and Ricky slept in twin beds and we got to wonder how Little Ricky happened, instead of the play-by-play we would get today, the days when specific items of conversation were not for mixed company, and when we got dressed, we actually put on clothing that covered most body parts.

Things that were so awful then that we whispered about them, scared to say such things out loud, are said and shown on prime time television now, laughed about, sometimes even in the 'serious' newscasts. I don't even notice things now that would have turned me beet-red a few years ago. We have been desensitized, however unwillingly, little by little in a society where morals are old-fashioned.

That is NOT a good thing!


Are they ashamed of their loathsome conduct?
No, they have no shame at all; they do not even know how to blush.
Jeremiah 8:12

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  1. Cecelia DowdyAugust 15, 2011 at 2:25 PM

    Hey Wanda
    Did I used to blush? I probably would have if my skin were lighter. I'm African-american. However, I was embarrassed and felt uneasy a lot of times, so much that, I'd imagine when I felt this way, I'd be blushing. When the teacher called on me and I didn't know the answer, I'm sure I would've blushed, but it wasn't visible.

    Also, my mom was telling me once that back in the Lucy and Ricky days, you weren't allowed to say the word "pregnant" on TV. The woman said, "I'm expecting." It almost seemed like pregnant was a dirty word. She also said what you mentioned - back then, it was a no-no for a husband and wife to be in the same bed on TV. Looked like they didn't want the viewers to know that sex existed for married couples!

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  2. Eggs In My PocketAugust 15, 2011 at 2:43 PM

    Loved this post! I still blush and still feel awkward when something off colored pops up. LOL. Loved visiting here! blessings,Kathleen

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  3. Janet,August 16, 2011 at 5:20 PM

    I think I heard somewhere that the man and wife on the Brady Bunch were the first to share the same bed on TV. I embarrass easy, too, especially at some of the stuff on TV now a days.

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  4. lil red henAugust 26, 2011 at 6:02 PM

    I'm old enough to think it's a disgrace the way people talk on TV now, not only in the shows, but also in the advertisements. I can hardly bring myself to say "pregnant" or "butt", etc.

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