I was watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 alone in my room. It's a pretty normal gory movie, but there's one sick, perverted part where Leatherface is supposed to kill this chick who's sitting on a giant bin full of ice, but he's arroused by her, which confuses him, so he fires up the chainsaw, and starts thrusting it sexually into the ice between the girl's legs, and then turns off the chainsaw and traces up her thigh and to her horrible, shameful girl parts with it.
So, that's the ONE part where my Dad walks in, and in the years we lived in that house, I don't think I ever once saw him climb all the stairs and enter my room up there, except that one moment.
So, he looks at the TV, silently, and we're both sitting there, silently, watching every pelvic chainsaw thrust, and, that feeling was the definition of "awkward".
And then he, a "Born Again Christian", said, "Do you think you should be watching this?"
Which was also awkward, because of the way it's phrased.
I didn't think I SHOULDN'T be watching it, but he asked it "either/or", so who among us can look his Dad in the eye and say,
"Yes, I think I SHOULD be watching a man thrusting a chainsaw repeatedly in and out between a girl's legs and touching her genital area with it. It's important that I watch that."
Sucks.
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