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EXACTLY!

I hope punksbay comes back soon then...I'd love to get something good for those darned slippers!

But this gift also shows that people are always giving me bunny stuff because I've had house bunnies for awhile. It's like they think, "well, she has pet bunnies, so I know she'd love this crappy bunny trinket." Don't think so...

This must have some significance, because I received one from my mom on my wedding day. I was really confused by it and asked what it was, just to be sure it was what I thought it was, because it seemed so random. She didn't explain it though. Maybe it's for if you cry at your wedding, you look pretty doing it?

Mine was a little fancy though and had a monogram

maybe it's supposed to symbolize your virgin maidenhood which will then be soiled when you get married? like, you're supposed to blow your nose into it on your wedding night.

You're supposed to blow something into it.

yes, the blowing of the nose into the handkerchief symbolizes another kind of blowing.

yeesh. thanks for the nightmares.

years ago my aunt gave me a purse shaped like a rabbit. Made out of actual rabbit fur. Horrifying.

I'm considering telling all my relatives to not give me any presents for my birthday or christmas because all I ever get is non-vegan cosmetics. I tried to explain, but they don't understand. I'm letting them try once more this year, I said I either want cookbooks of my wishlist on amazon or something from Yves Rocher (they have stores all over Prague, so I'm hoping that's easy enough). I give these unwanted presents to my mom but it makes me sad when people buy animal tested stuff for me.

Terrifying!

My dad bought me bubble-gum scented lotion with sparkles in it, and a matching pink teddy bear. I was 22 at the time.

Bastah- Mine was just a white handkerchief with lace around the edges, I think it's something to carry while you walk down the aisle, only... I was single at the time. o.O

Quarantined- HAHahaha, that's pretty funny. Nothing sets the mood like emptying your sinuses.

I know who I'm gonna wanna trade with!

Definitely!

A friend bought me Sexual Personae, which was actually super thoughtful because he thought it was a women's rights book...but I haven't read it, flipping through I just can't see how The Sick Rose is about a woman being murdered for masturbating, or that men naturally want to rape.

Is there a length of time you can wait before giving away or selling a gift? I got it for my birthday last June.

Damn it, you beat me to it. What a bizarre gift!

My first thought about the white handkerchief was that you could put it under you on the wedding night and then wave it, bloodied, out the window the next morning to celebrate your deflowering.

My s-i-l used to give me passive agressive gifts. For years she gave me lovely blank note cards which were handy and I liked getting, until I realized she started giving them to me because I was apparently supposed to send her a thank-you note for the Christmas gifts and never did. Even though we always went to their place for Christmas and opened all our presents there and I was effusive in my thanks in person. She would also give me clothes that were obviously too small for me and say, oh, maybe it's too small? I get it, you're skinnier than me and you think that's a good thing.

I think I win.

My aunt gave me a vintage clutch. Made of rabbit fur. You know "because you love fashion!"

My grandma used to get my cousins and I underwear every Christmas. They always hated it, but I'm more practical than they are and figure you can never have enough underwear. So while they muttered in disapproval over it, I would always be like, 'YEAH, underwear! WHAT AN AWESOME CHRISTMAS THIS IS'. And then she stopped buying me underwear, while still buying it for my cousins. I guess she kind of likes seeing us get something we hate.

Although the last set she bought me was made of mesh, which was slightly horrifying.

Who are these people who would NOT want an all-edges brownie pan?

A cousin of mine once gave me a turquoise angora scarf trimmed in rabbit fur. When she asked me about it a few years afterward, I had to explain to her that, while the scarf was very pretty (LIES!), my ethical views made it impossible for me to wear. Awwwwwkwaaaaaard.

I ended up gifting it to someone else.

I just laughed so loud that all my coworkers are now wondering what is so funny

Brian's parents insist on wishlists so they can get you exactly what you want. Sometimes my father-in-law strays and does things like...a huge trivet with a cartoon lolita girl on it. I regifted that quickly because I described it to a friend and he said his mother would love it.

I think knowing exactly what i'm going to get is kind of lame, but my mother has traumatized me over Christmas for the rest of my life. No matter what I wanted, I always got something off of the clearance rack. Even if it was something that was no use to me. One of our lasts Christmases together (which was ruined already), she got me an art set. I was 21? 22? I can't draw for shiitake. It came in a small wooden chest that was missing a handle, so yeah, it definitely came out of clearance. So now every year I hyperventilate over getting something I might not like and not being able to hide my displeasure and making the other person feel like shiitake.

I go to Kansas City with my parents and we buy things we like and go out to eat and call it good. No more thanking my mom for everything and then returning it!

I am not a stranger to unwanted presents. My grandparents like to buy all of their grandkids the same thing. This would be ok if it weren't for the fact that my cousin and I are both 27, my sister is 17, and my other cousin is 8. Without fail, I have been getting Barbies and little pink notebooks that say "You Go Girl!" as Christmas presents for the last 27 years. Since I went to college, I just give them to Toys for Tots or something like that every year. My cousin tried to say something last year (it's kind of weird to give a barbie to someone who has been married for a year, owns a house, etc), but my aunt just said she could save the barbies for her yet-to-be-conceived children (that my cousin doesn't plan on having). I dread going to Christmas every year because it makes me feel like an ungrateful bisque. My mom likes to say that it's the thought that counts, and I think that's true. I know I've had some misses when it comes to gift-giving. But when the thought behind a gift is that I would enjoy the same things as a second-grader, it just makes me feel like my grandparents don't know who I am.

So...um...let me know if anybody would like a Barbie post-Christmas!