Self Esteem Issues? Here, let me help you out.

This past weekend the sum of my immediate family got together and rented a beach house on Mission Bay in honor of my sister's graduation from law school. I could spend several minutes describing the blue shag carpet that caused great distress to my older brother, or the laquered wood and bamboo construction, or the view, or the swan spigot in the master bathroom.
I could explain what it means to Steve (or Double Steve, if you're inclined) or I could tell you about my new signature cocktail called The Goldie, and how sugar adversely affects my niece.
I could tell you all about my sister's graduation, and her very public engagement, and how the Goldies and the Pedicones met for the first time.

But that's all pretty normal in the scope of family affairs, and that's not what this blog is about. This blog is about what makes my family special and unique, such debating the self esteem of certain family members right in front of them...as though they weren't actually there.

Here's how it went down:

Me: blablahblahblahblahblahblah (I don't remember what I said, but it was "wrong.")
Brad: Oh P, I'm going to keep track of all your failures this weekend!
Me: (crickets)
Sister: That's awful! Why would you do that?
Me: Really...like my self esteem needs to take a hit right now.
Brad: P has great self esteem...I need to take it down a few notches.
Sister: No she doesn't. Peeps has terrible self esteem. She practically hates herself.
Me: No I don't!
Brad: Oh, really? Sorry P. You're good at hiding it. I won't point out your failures then.

I'm not sure which I found most appalling...the fact that Brad wanted to actually tally my "failures", or that my sister thinks I have terrible self esteem. Or that they actually had this discussion in front of me. Wouldn't it have been more polite to talk about me behind my back?