Being a Rave Mom to My Real Mom
When you think of a rave, you donât exactly think of a place youâd want to bring your mom. Stereotypically, raves are thought of as a hedonistic cesspool plagued with debauchery. Between the flashing lights, loud noises, almost naked bodies, and party favors you canât exactly buy at Party City, a rave kind of seems like the last place youâd want to bring your mom- let alone even tell her you attended one in fear that sheâll wash your mouth out with soap. But that’s just what it seems like. I told my mom I was going to a rave, and instead of asking me whether Iâd prefer the taste of Dove or Irish Spring body wash, she asked if she could get her hands dirty too and come along with me. So I did what any transparent, open minded son would do and I bought her a ticket. Read more
