And in that frame of mind, I march (err, well telephone, but the gesture was similar on the whole) to mommy and demand that this strange new move be explained to me. I thought, given that my trust in mommy is implicit, that she would be as appalled as I was. However, instead of telling me to invest in healthy quantities of 'midgepel' (you know: midgets aap se dur, rehne par majboor), she turned around and read me a LONG lecture how shallow I am turning out to be and about how I should repent before I'm forced to regret the order of my ways. She further insisted that midgets make good husbands too, and there you go before I know it I'm being signed up as an unwilling member of the midgets appreciation society.
Sigh. There is a lot I've been willing to put up with since I moved here, but seriously, Midgets?!?