This week, I’m doing a week-long series of lists. Today I present a guest blog by Crissy, a hot mommy blogger who just so happens to be nominated for Hottest Mommy Blogger.
In fact, if Crissy wins, she has promised to post a picture of herself nude. Stoogepie has started a Nude MILF contest to help her win. So go vote for her.
I showed Crissy a blog post I read detailing the 8 most awkward childhood moments. As a guy, I found it hysterical. But it was too male-centric (e.g., first boner, first wet dream) so I asked her to write a post detailing what embarrassing moments girls went through.
Here’s what she wrote:
Top 6 most awkward childhood moments for girls
When Arjewtino asked Crissy to write about the embarrassing moments of girlhood she thought to herself “Oh. That’s easy! This will be fun!” And then she jumped up and down and clapped her hands like a five-year-old girl who just got a pony.
Okay. Maybe Crissy wasn’t that excited, but she was pretty happy.
And then Crissy thought and she thought and then she decided to phone a friend because really Crissy has no idea if her girlhood humiliations are her own little private humiliations or if everyone goes through the same stuff. Turns out Crissy’s childhood was not so abnormal as she thought and this is terrible news because Crissy is no longer able to use the following excuses to explain why she is at times all boozy and pillsy and incoherent and stuff.
1. First period:
Crissy remembers standing up after History class in 10th grade (Crissy was what they call a “late bloomer.” She’s still waiting for her boobies to come in. Any day now! Fingers crossed!) and her friend Amy pointed out that there was blood on her chair and on her favorite skirt. Crissy had to go to the school nurse with Amy’s sweater wrapped around her waist and ask her to call her grandma to come and bring her some clean panties and a clean skirt. There’s nothing more humiliating than your grandma showing up at school and marching down the hallway with your neatly folded panties, a skirt, and a box of maxie pads stacked in her arms. She didn’t even put it in a BAG! And as if that wasn’t enough, she went to work on the stains immediately in the sink in the school nurse’s office! Thanks Grandma. I know you were trying to help but SERIOUSLY WOMAN!?!
2. First bra fitting:
Crissy is sensing a pattern here as her grandma was directly involved in this one too. Crissy’s grandma took her for her first bra and made her try it on over her clothes in the middle of the store. And then Crissy’s great grandma took her to buy another one and announced to everyone at Caldor’s Department Store that they were there to buy Crissy’s first training bra. And THEN for Christmas Crissy’s mom bought her some more little bras and Crissy didn’t know what was in the box and she opened the gift in front of her dad and her brother and her dad snapped the following picture of her(!):
Sweet.
It was a Christmas memory to block out only to be shared with the Internet 18 years later.
3. Sending your first love note to a boy and being brutally rebuffed:
You might find this hard to believe but Crissy was boy repellent for most of her adolescence. Check this out. Crissy once sent a note to a boy that said “Do you like me? Check this box if yes.” And Crissy got back a crumpled up note with an unchecked box and “you’re a fucking dog” whispered under his breath. Crissy also had to scramble to find a date to the Prom and so she called all 3 of the boys she knew to see if they would like to go with her and they all said some variation of “no way in fucking hell” and so she wound up taking Nicole Dykas instead. Nicole did not put out despite what her last name implied and after the dance Crissy and Nicole went back to Crissy’s place and ate cocktail weenies that Crissy’s mom made and then watched Saturday Night Live and went to sleep. Clearly, Crissy did not lose her virginity that night like all the other girls did which made her even more of a freak than she was already. At least she had Nicole the not-so-Dyke-y Dykas to cry in her cocktail weenies with.
4. Finding out your boyfriend is G-A-Y:
Who knew? As if the obsession with Madonna and the extremely soft and smooth skin didn’t give it away, seeing him kissing another boy did it. DUH!!!! How could Crissy have been so stupid?
5. Finding out your boyfriend is an Asshole:
While Crissy was at the mall shopping with her very first boyfriend ever, who, by the way, Crissy was truly, madly, deeply in love with and totally having inappropriate teenage sex with, a beautiful girl came up to them and said “Tommy? Who’s this girl?” Turns out Tommy was her boyfriend too. Crissy was so overwhelmed by this information that she hyperventilated and then threw up Taco Bell on the two of them in front of God and everyone at the mall and then began to cry and gasp uncontrollably. Way keep your dignity, Crissy. Catherine of Aragon would have been impressed.
6. Gym Class:
All of it.
Anyhooter, that is Crissy’s sad story of childhood humiliation. There are soooo many more things that we could cover here but Crissy has to save some for her own blog and also you don’t care.
Please, feel free to share your humiliations with Crissy so she can feel a little better about herself.
You can even make stuff up if you want.





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Thank you for the pimpage Arjewtino!
Crissy’s last blog post..A Chance To See Crissy With Her First Bra!
Thank you for the bra photo.
I <3 you, Crissy. I had all of these experiences except the gym class one because I loved that class. All the boys wore those shiny gym shorts and it made it easy to check out their packages.
Now I sound like a perv.
Maxie’s last blog post..So many to choose from…
Now?
p.s. thank you for spelling Maxie Pad like my name! hahaha
Maxie’s last blog post..So many to choose from…
I love the Tutors reference.
What a great post!! Makes me even more happy to be a guy… who likes guys… at least I have the common experiences w/ the BF and we know what we each went through… LOL! The whole ‘period’ thing sounds just so ‘traumatic …
You don’t need to be straight to ascertain that about periods, Nickels. It does sound traumatic.
this entire list is the reason that facebook is so much fun now…. cause now you can see all those people from back when (especially the guys who are most likely fat and bald) - and say, WHOOPS! y’all missed out!
Not that I’m uhh bitter or anything
Doug’s last blog post..A Call to Action
The counter-argument, though, proves that the chicks who rejected us but who we thought were hot in H.S. and junior high don’t always live up to expectations.
I think I would have thrown up Taco Bell, too. That’s horrid.
k8’s last blog post..In the Mood
i just spit my coffee out at that first bra picture! priceless.
look at how great your tits are NOW, though???
they’re real, and they’re spectacular…
ken’s last blog post..a burst of activity…
You’re a lucky man, my friend.
My most humiliating childhood moment: In the 7th grade I was leaning against my locker between classes. The cutest boy in school was walking down the hall, tripped and fell hands first onto my teeny tiny booblettes. Then he told every one I stuffed my bra. As if I wasn’t a big enough geek already.
I once did that to a girl I liked. The accidental touching, not the false accusations.
Luckily for me, she didn’t need to stuff her bra.
All Tommy’s are assholes. Fact.
Chris’s last blog post..the incredible shrinking blogger
I got my first period at a sleepover…I had no idea what was going on and thought I had a serious case of the skid marks.
Sarah’s last blog post..I was a smart kid
This just win Comment of the Week.
First hook-ups are pretty humiliating/awkward. My first kiss and my first 2nd base happened on the same night, we were behind a bush.
Did you meant to write that? Either way, nice one…
HAHA, classic.
Reasons 456, 457, 458, 459… that I am glad to be Man.
matt’s last blog post..Sicilian Kiss
This post absolutely lived up to all my expectations after hearing rumours of seeing a bra.
Ben’s last blog post..This? Is not the Dream Date I ordered!
Mine, too, Ben, mine, too.
You throwing up on him was probably actually worth it. You know, him being an ass and all.
This brought up too many painful memories for me. At least you went to prom, I didn’t go. My plan was to stay at home and cry into a pint of Ben and Jerry’s while watching Audrey hepburn films, but instead my dad and little bro insisted on watching baseball. It was quite tragic.
Um… I think I meant to write first base. I always get the bases confused. First is boobies right?
I was referring to this line: “we were behind a bush.”
First base: kissing.
Second base: boob touching.
Gym Class: Bad knees did not excuse me from running the 2 mile. I limped my way all over the parking lot. The track star who finished both her miles before I finished 1 of mine came back to run with me. The rest of the class waited inside until my last lap. Then when I finished, they came out and clapped for me. Let me repeat that: THEY CLAPPED FOR ME. Could you embarrass a 13 year old any more than that? I felt like the fat slow kid and I wanted to keep running until I was off school property. Death to gym teachers for that.
Stealthnerd’s last blog post..Happy Roomieversary! Happy Apartmentaversary! Um…HAPPY!
Yeah, but they didn’t pants you, did they?
Not that that ever happened to me…
Any Queen who can reference Catharine of Aragon in the same post as Taco Bell vomit, maxie pads, and not-so-dykish Dykas definitely deserves the title QOFE.
I bow to your greatness.
Dingo’s last blog post..The Bare Facts
You went to a high school that did not have maxipads? At my high school, all they had were maxipads and lollipops. If you went in with a nosebleed, the school nurse told you to hold a maxipad up to your nose and then gave you a lollipop. Usually a lemon-flavored lollipop.
I assume that, based on these many experiences, your form-based love notes have gotten more and more complicated. Now the form only starts with “Do you like me?” and then goes on to a myriad of other questions, each with several options chosen by filling in the appropriate circle with a number two pencil. Form-based love notes are just a beautiful idea. It’s this sort of thing that makes you an innovator.
stoogepie’s last blog post..The Evolution of Porn
Am I the only girl who cannot relate to ANY of these things??? Boy, I must’ve had it easy…
Beach Bum’s last blog post..So I’m not THAT desperate
Oh Crissy. I wince for you. Don’t get me wrong, I giggle….but I wince too…
crse’s last blog post..For Your Monday Pleasure
As a recovering girl, thankfully now all grown up, I salute Crissy for making it all seem so hilarious.
As a HS senior I was caught doing the nasty in a parked car by a cop shining his extremely bright flashlight right up against the driver’s window. He was standing so close he could have slapped my BF’s ass. We had been a bit too occupied to hear him approaching the car.
Getting caught by a police office while steaming up your dad’s car windows. Then having him accuse your boyfriend of sexually assaulting you while you try to cover up your mosquito bite boobs…
Ah, memories!
LivitLuvit’s last blog post..This One’s For You, My Scrum-diddly Umptious Love Muffins… On MY Berfday, No Less
i have two stand out awkward moments. When my brothers found my one and only diary and of course read outloud how I was spying on my sister and her bf. The other when I started crying at the dinner table when I was 15 and PMSing.
J’s last blog post..A Note