By Anon. I didn’t plan on it, but my girlfriend, Karen, met my mother a few weeks ago. Nothing is worse than being forced to look at photos from your childhood with your girlfriend and your mother. It was torture, and after the evening was over, Karen’s attitude toward me had turned. I didn’t hear from her again. I know why. It was the goddamned nude pictures of me. Hell, I was only seven at the time, but I was