Talking about any aspect of my romantic life with my parents was strictly off-limits—mostly because I was from a religious background and my folks made it very clear that there was only one road to romantic fulfillment: through the careful, formal pursuit of marriage.
The more family members involved in this pursuit, the better. Formal dinner gatherings, awkward conversations between a young man and young woman about career goals and aspirations, with no physical contact whatsoever. God forbid I mentioned I liked someone who wasn't Albanian, or who wasn't at least a few years younger than me, or even expressed remote interest in another man.
Eventually, my folks came around and got out of the whole arranged-marriage-lite mindset and accepted that I was dating people—which will hopefully make things easier for my younger siblings should they ever want to mention that there's someone they're seeing.