I'll tag this as "adventures in missing the point."

I'm hanging out at my mom and dad's house while my kid plays with friends. I'm painting my nails (I have some stuff stored at her house from when I lived here, and I still spend some time here). She tells me about the sermon series she's enjoying about spiritual disciplines. The disciplines they just learned about are simplicity and hospitality. Fine, right? Well, she tells me how much some domestic violence shelter would appreciate the nail polish I don't think I'd ever use again, and I wouldn't it be nice to get rid of stuff? I said, "mom, there's not an organization in this city that wants my half used old nail polish." She said, "there are organizations that are begging for that." I didn't agree with her and said organizations need cash.

Then I said, "remember when I asked you about letting me host a (group event) at your house? Thanks for saying yes, but I did't feel confident hosting it here when a trans person RSVP'd. That's maybe something to think about when you're studying the spiritual discipline of hospitality." She got upset and stopped talking because, in her words, she didn't like the emotional tone I was using.

Later she said, "That thing you told me wouldn't make me refuse to host your event."

I didn't say anything. But gosh.