I had an ex-girlfriend who had grown up in her father’s antique shop and inherited all his shit when he died. Watching Antiques Roadshow with her was a trip because she knew the value of everything almost to the exact dollar. However, this had greatly distorted her perception of the acceptability of some things. She had an authentic “Ein Reich, Ein Volk, Ein Fuhrer” poster from the 1930s and I had to convince her that she couldn’t just put that shit up over her mantelpiece and expect to have friends.
I had an ex-girlfriend who had grown up in her father’s antique shop and inherited all his shit when he died. Watching Antiques Roadshow with her was a trip because she knew the value of everything almost to the exact dollar. However, this had greatly distorted her perception of the acceptability of some things. She had an authentic “Ein Reich, Ein Volk, Ein Fuhrer” poster from the 1930s and I had to convince her that she couldn’t just put that shit up over her mantelpiece and expect to have friends.