Ever told a white lie to your mates to save yourself the embarrassment of explaining why exactly you can’t just go and drink yourself silly down at the local pub?
Explained to your mum that the razor conveniently slipped out of your hand and flew up in the air, slitting your eyebrows?
Or perhaps you had to confront the awkward situation of trying to tell your girl that no, she couldn’t just stay over at your place with only one thin wall between your room and Mum and Dad’s.
Living between two contradictive cultures is a challenge no doubt. So which world do we embrace? Do we really have to choose?
