When I was a kid, I was occasionally affronted, on television or in the movies, with the bizarre concept of “drinking out of a lady’s slipper.” This strange act was always presented as something one would do while in a state of joyous inebriation (New Years? Champagne?), and it had vague erotic implications to it.
The whole idea gave me nightmares. It seemed inscrutable, bizarre, and disgusting to my younger self. In fact, it still seems so. Am I strange?