OMG, I missed the original story that Mel Gibson was working on a project about the Holocaust: [link]

The only thing I ever remember my mom being uncertain about me watching was Maude. Of course, I watched it anyway, and at the time I was young enough that I dind't even understand the stuff she was worried about exposing me to.

My reading was never censored at all, but I think it was just because my mother never read much, and so the concept of "bad books" probably didn't really exist to her. She was just so happy that I wanted to read! I read a lot of things kids aren't usually allowed to read.

The only thing I can remember being scared of in movies when I was little was Godzilla, and some horror movie with a guy cutting peoples' faces off, which for the longest time I thought was Dr. Zhivago.

I was terrified when I watched E.T.. The Reese's Pieces suspense bit? Had me shaking.

I also wasn't allowed to watch network TV (except for M*A*S*H), but Monty Python was fine.

Of course, I knew all the words to Best Little Whorehouse In Texas by the time I was 10, so.....

Academic hivemind question: how do credits (in, e.g., "a four-credit class") compare to "semester units" or "quarter units"? I'm tempted to assume I can just convert straight from credits to semester units, but then I think it may be more tricky than just doubling that to go to quarter units. Anyone know?

Never mind. God bless wikipedia.

I went through the "Oh, my God, I'm sitting next to my mom and they're showing sex on the screen!" phase in my early-to-mid teens (the worst was sitting next to her at the theater during Body Heat), but it seemed to have disappeared by the time I graduated from high school, because that was when my brother decided to watch a porn video on our only tv in the middle of a Saturday afternoon. My sister and a college friend joined him and they all commenced snarking at the bad performances but really hilarious concept (it was a spoof of Dallas). I came home from work and also joined in, and then my mom finished her outdoor gardening, came downstairs asking what we were watching, and then, instead of going "Porn! Oh my eyes!!", she joined us in the MST3K-ing of the film. When I told my friends about that, they all agreed that Mom was amazingly cool.

I saw Avenue Q with my parents. It was kind of traumatizing.

Well, keeping in mind that I once spent a very enjoyable birthday dinner listening to my mother describe how Chaucer uses puns on "cunt", my mother's not actually easily shocked. I'm just uncomfortable, for some reason, watching sexual references with her around. Obviously, YMotherMV.

Mom didn't censor what we watched on tv that much, she did have MTV blocked off for a long time. although this was when they showed videos and not things like real World with strangers in a hot tub.

But I didn't watch a ton of tv during middle school and the first part of high school because I was constantly being grounded and the tv was almost always taken away (in some instances quite literally taken away, for awhile Mom kept it in the trunk of the car to make sure we weren't watching tv when she wasn't there).

Mom was also didn't like underage drinking until my brother joined the Marines at 19. Then she decide it was stupid for the government to say that he was responsible enough to defend the country and possibly kill people (although he didn't serve during a time of war) but not responsible enough to drink and seriously relaxed her stance on no under age drinking.

I'm pretty sure my parents were the only people in the neighbourhood to teach the kids they babysat about the concept of "property is theft".

Only if you never lived anywhere near my parents growiing up.(We live just about everywhere in Southern California - moved a lot).