with the holidays approaching, i was reminded of the utter horror with which i discovered santa was total bullshit. i think i was 9 or 10 years old, and some of the wiser children at school dropped the bomb that santa wasn't real. i confronted my parents as soon as i got home, knowing that they would defy the naysayers at school and comfort me with sweet whispers of the absolute reality of santa's existence. unfortunately, they did offer me the reality of santa, but in "adult world." i was totally bummed, but i rebounded.
until roughly 2 weeks later.
that was when my dad told me about the lies behind the glory of the ultimate warrior, the junkyard dog, and rowdy roddy piper. first santa, now the wwf ?!?! at least my parents were giving me gifts while lying to me at christmas time. but allowing me to become totally entrenched and fascinated with men wearing tights and rolling around in a homoerotic fashion at the whim of a flimsy script? just uncool.
i am still kinda bitter about it.
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