As I'm getting older, I'm getting better at deflecting questions I deem to be overly personal. Don't get me wrong, I'm a pretty open person, but there ARE most definitely situations where I disclose a lot less of myself, whether because it's an inappropriate venue (work, for example) for certain topics, or because I don't feel I know the person well enough to want to get into any discussions (i.e., defense) of my life choices.
I have an interesting question. Why do we Americans seem to think it's okay to ask ANYTHING about someone else, and honestly expect for them to answer? Where did our lack of personal privacy go? Or did we never have it?
I'm reading What French Women Know. (Recommended in a thread on here. Was it you NYCindie? My memory fails me.) I am finding it increasingly interesting. They talk about the difference in self-disclosure between Americans and the French. The author, an American who married a French man, talks about having gone to a dinner party in the US where the hostess, as an "icebreaker," asked everyone to stand and give an example of the most life-changing experience they've had, and one woman said, "When I had my first multiple orgasms." Now, mind you, I love to talk about orgasms, but since when did delving into people's personal and most private experiences become a party game? The author states that if you did that in France, the women would look at you like you just asked her to strip naked and dance down main street (paraphrasing, LOL).
So I've been mastering deflective questions and answers. (Studying counseling has helped this ability a lot.)
Q: "Why would you read a book that talks about monogamy not being natural?"
A: "That's an interesting question. Why do you ask?"
And for the people who truly cannot take a hint and persist:
"That's a very personal question, and I don't think I know you well enough to get that personal."
I need a good response for the truly rude person, though, something suitably elegant and cutting.