Mom: the original sexual harrasser.

Here's mine -

me, getting ready for a date.

Mom, examining my outfit: I don't think your hips are supposed to (mimicks how my thighs get a little thicker than my hips for an inch or so before thinning up again). Maybe you should change that skirt

Me: That's exactly what they're supposed to do, cause they're my hips, and they work great.

(I proceed to go on date, guy and I date for 2 years, he tells me a year or so into the relationship that his favorite part of my body is my hips)