nice-nellyism
or nice-Nel·ly·ism
[nahys-nel-ee-iz-uh m]
noun
excessive
modesty;
prudishness.
a euphemism:
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“Shelly,
you ready yet?” Nichole called.
“Uh,
yeah, I’m good. I still don’t know why
you want me to come, but I’m ready.”
As
Nichole’s roommate entered the living area of their campus owned apartment,
Nichole huffed.
“I’m making
you come because you need to have a good time.
Get out there, meet some people, you know?”
“I do
just fine, thank you very much.”
Nichole
turned to face her roommate and nearly fell.
“What…what are you wearing?”
“What? You said to wear my party clothes, so that’s
what I did.”
“Those
are not party clothes. Those are things
my great grandma would wear.”
Shelly
wore a heavy, figure concealing, powder blue blouse and matching skirt that
ended just above her ankle. The thing
was so bulky and formless that the only way it would catch anyone’s eye was out
of pity.
“What? It’s fun.
It’s colorful. It’s perfect for a
party.”
“Maybe
in Amish country. Besides, you wear the
same kind of thing all the time. The whole
point of this thing is to wear short skirts and low cut tops.”
“Why
would I do that? Besides, this is my
short skirt. It’s a whole inch shorter
than normal.”
Nichole
groaned. This was going to be harder
than she thought.
“We are
going to this party to hook up. You
know, get a guy, have some fun and then never see him again.”
Shelly’s
eyes opened wide and she gasped. “No! I would never do that. That…that’s just not the kind of thing a lady
should be doing.”
Nichole
rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Shelly,
what the hell? You have got to be the
single hottest girl on campus. Why are
you acting like we’re still in the Victorian era? You should have guys tripping over themselves
just to get within five feet of you. And
here you are, trying to go to a frat party dressed like a librarian crossed
with a school teacher. And not even the
fun kinds.”
“Both
very noble professions, and whose choice of fashion should not be in question. Also, you’re making me go to this party
thing. I’m simply not interested in
frivolous hookups. That kind of thing
should wait until marriage anyway.”
Nichole
said nothing for several seconds. Her
mind was too busy processing what Shelly had just said. And the fact that she looked so sure of what
she was saying made it so much harder for Nichole to properly understand.
“Oh my
god, you’re serious, aren’t you? You
actually believe in all that bible stuff, don’t you?”
“Well, I’m
not all that religious, but I understand some of the morality. I didn’t learn it from there though. My parents and grandparents did. They always told me a woman’s body is a
sacred thing and should be treated as such.
Only the man who you spend your life with should be allowed access to
it.”
“Wow. Just…just wow. I can honestly say I’ve never heard anyone
who actually thinks like that anymore. This
is just…wow. You know what, maybe you
should stay back. For some reason, I’m
thinking this might not be a good place to get you started on the whole meeting
people thing. Maybe something…gentler. Like a campus mixer or something.”
“That
does sound much more enjoyable, yes.”
“Yeah, I’m
sure. Anyway, I’m still going to the
party. You can stay here and do…whatever
it is you do. See ya.”
“Okay,
have fun. Just not that kind of fun.”
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Yeah, to be honest, I'm kind of drawing a blank on what else to say right now. So, you know, have a nice day all that.
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