It's golf, isn't it

[lillibet]

Over here there's an question posed to a parents-advice column. It's long, so I'll sum up: kindergartener is invited to playdate, mom googles hosts' names and finds they're involved in a non-dangerous hobby (the column writer chose to delete the exact nature of the hobby, so as to avoid the discussion going off on a tangent) with which she is so deeply uncomfortable that she does not want her daughter in their house.

Moxie has some good points in her reply and then there's a good discussion that raises further issues to consider and tacks to take. A lot of the responders also really, really want to know what on earth the hobby could be. But my favorite comment is this:

gah! I am going crazy with curiosity!! Civil war reenactors? Meth lab? Taxidermy? Raelians? Star Trek Conventions? Swastika embroiderers? Professional Wrestling? Shakespeare club? Toad lickers? Golf? It's golf, isn't it?

I think I may have to adopt this as my new catchphrase. You are duly warned.

EDIT: Fixed the link.

Comments

[ceo]

Your link appears to be pointing back at my friends page, which I'm pretty sure isn't what you intended.

[ceo]

Ah, the link reads <a href="">.

[whitebird.livejournal.com]

Huh, I never knew an unfilled href like that would end up being self-referential. Kinda weird behavior.

[lillibet.livejournal.com]

Whoops! Is fixed now.

[chanaleh.livejournal.com]

My guess is polyamory, but maybe that's an observer effect. ;-)

[lillibet.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I had the same thought. Either that or BDSM.

[chanaleh.livejournal.com]

Well, having gone and read the thread, then, EVERYONE ELSE apparently leapt to the same approximate set of conclusions (golkf notwithstanding!). I'll be curious to know if she actually reveals the answer, though my money says she doesn't.