Every cranky, "educated" comment felt like it was delivered by some fatty in a dingy beater

Laurel asked me last night who I voted for...I told her that it was none of her business.  (Because her lip was quivering) I, then, followed my statement with the whole secret ballot concept.  She told me how her school had an election too, she voted and her candidate won.  Oh, for the love of Christ..of course he did.  All of her friends voted for the same candidate because he looks like a nice guy.  I am not going to lie and say my daughter is a genius.  Laurel is 6.  So far, she seems pretty smart but that's it.  She knows of the election and the hoopla but she has no idea of what the actual issues are at hand.

Perhaps I am bitter because I have never experienced an election and Facebook at the same time.  Every cranky, "educated" comment felt like it was delivered by some fatty in a dingy beater, sitting in a lawn chair in front of their garage.  It does also make me sad.  This term just felt very divided...more than I have ever felt.  So perhaps I should appreciate Laurel's perspective..fresh...open..hopeful.

But, being me..I used this as a platform to tell her that there are certain questions you never, ever ask.

1.  Never ask about weight...unless you are a doctor (which...perhaps is a possibility.)  Slippery slope of pounds...some people are much too thin and obsessed.  Some people are not and perhaps could do more. (If you are talking to Oprah..it's a thyroid condition.) Just be healthy and take care of yourself.

2.  Do not ask someone how much they make..unless you are in financial services (which..please let that not be a possibility..it's a job for me but it's just a job).  The number will either make you feel guilty or infuriate you.  Sometimes people will offer this info like a cheap app from Chili's.  I know it is awkward...just say "okay" and get the freak away from them.  Even if it's an attractive dude, he is trying to compensate for something else OR probably up to his neck in debt...or maybe both.

3.  Never ask how much someone has paid for an object.  When I was 10, my grandparents both a Cadillac.  This was back in the early '80's..gas guzzlers were acceptable and this freaking car was like a parade float.  I wanted to know the price.  As soon as my question left my mouth, the hairy eyeballs in my direction ran amok.  Okay...lesson learned.  There are going to be assholes that try to justify their question with "hope you don't mind me asking".  Stop it right there..you mind that they ask.

Just want Laurel to be polite.  And also stand up for herself when any future in-laws try to pull these questions.  Because they might...mine did.