The latest scandal in my family is the bubble bath photo gallery. And yes, even I am still unsure how I feel about it.
My mother has a fantastic jetted tub in her bathroom. It's a hot item for us visiting children and in high demand. My first day in town I hopped in the tub for a soak. After a few minutes, my mother came breezily into the bathroom. I screamed and curled into a ball. "Moooom!"
"Oh, Hollywood, you're so inhibited," she said with distaste. She blew around the bathroom, sorting through this and that then finally took her leave.
When I heard my toddler outside the room I called for her to come join me in the tub. She was in dire need of a shampoo. To entice her, I filled the tub with bubbles and told her we could play "Little Mermaid and Ursula." I, of course, always have to be Ursula.
We were happily splashing around when my mom reentered the room with her camera. Did we want to join her blog's photo gallery of bathing beauties, she asked?
There had been a scandal in the family a few weeks back after my mother had posted a picture of her bathing matriarch in the bathtub. Many thought it was a form of elder abuse, other's thought it in utterly bad taste, and the rest of us just shrieked when we saw our naked Nana and called home in shock. But Nana was happy to expose all online. Was I really more uptight than my 85 year old grandmother? Hoping to prove my "coolness," I agreed to a photo shoot.
With bubbles fluffed strategically about us, my little girl Pixie and I posed for our first nudie photos. Mom jumped around the bathroom, trying to get the best light and most stunning composition. After Pixie tired of posing, she called it a wrap and headed off to post the photos on her blog. And so it is. I'm a part of the scandal. Now I've been spending my efforts trying to entice my other visiting siblings to have their photo added to the gallery as well. Misery loves company, especially in the bathtub. I think I've convinced a few of them to join me in the buff online. Keep an eye on my mom's photo collage in the next few days to see who else we can sucker into it.
(if it makes you feel any better, just tell yourself we're wearing bathing suits. Who knows, maybe we are although I'm pretty sure I left my suit in L.A....)