i talked to my parents last night. when you have parents who weren't born in the us or didn't grow up in the us, you spend a large portion of your time explaining stuff.last night was a discussion of various english idioms. "davy jones's locker", "a bird in the hand" and other such.all of that, however, pales in comparison to the time i tried to explain the red hat society to my mom. (but really, how DO you explain that? it's like a srah vowell rolutine -- how do you explain count chocula? chocolate breakfast by dracula. okay, but -- why?) she still doesn't get it, but i'm not worried. in the suburbs, it's a white lady thing.