And I guess that's why we have a completely opposite view on this regard. Because, I don't live my life according to what other people think. Neither does my husband. It's bad enough to have to worry about what my husband thinks let alone have to worry about anybody else. I'm not American. If I have to worry about what Americans think about my cultural quirks, I'm going to go insane living in America. This is how I think about it - if my conscience is clear, what other people think is their own problem.
I'm going to have to mention this... I love Michael Jackson. And I really get his statement about spending time with the kids in the same room and it having nothing to do with anything sexual. The Americans who heard him say it - including Sean Hannity - said, that is just the epitome of inappropriate. Well, it never occured to MJ that it wasn't appropriate. He was going by pure non-sexual love for children. But, what other people choose to see it as, got him in big trouble, coupled with sharks who are after his money. I feel bad for him. Because, I've been in that same situation plenty of times - mostly in high school. Where people - mostly the females - completely mis-interpret my personality and start gossiping about it to other people painting me in this awful light. At least they haven't tried to sue me. All because they can't seem to understand that you can spend time with somebody without it having to do with anything even remotely close to sexual! All my close friends in high school were all guys... and guess why, because when I went to the all-girls school, these girls backstabbed me, pretended they were my best friends yet gossiped about me when my back was turned calling me a slut and all other kinds of names - all because I spend a lot of time with my older brother and his soccer team. I love soccer and I was his #1 fan! You think I should stop hanging out with the soccer team because other people would think it's inappropriate? Heck no! So, instead, I just continued to hang out with the guys - at least they understand what I'm all about.
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