From the day I entered this world kicking and screaming, to the day I was introduced to Cinderella at age five, I’d been force-fed the same old stories: happy-ever-afters defined by a true love’s kiss and fairy tales that only ever ended with finding The One.
Footy. It’s warm beer sloshing around a plastic cup. Direct sunlight blinding you in the grandstand on a Saturday afternoon. The roar of an unbridled crowd prickling with nervous energy as the ball is bounced.
The spirit of listicles that tell you what not to say in different circumstances (say a date, or meeting the in-laws, or, in this case a family dinner) is often used as a means of placating your familial audience.