I went out to lunch with some of my mom's side of the family today. They brought up this conversation from a few months ago that I'd completely forgotten.
Me: Ugh, I can't stand Taylor Swift.
The Lil' Bro: Why? She's totally hot.
Me: I dunno. She always struck me as a skank.
Mom: Gretchen, you're kind of a skank.
Mom: Well, you dye your hair...
Me: I do not think that word means what you think it means.
Mom: I figured it meant a wild, rebellious girl.
Me: (after a stunned silence) So close, yet so far.
Anyhoo, she now knows the definition. And next time she calls me a skank, I'll know she really means it.