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WaylonJennings
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Was at the parents' place for Easter the other day. Someone, my wife perhaps, brings up "Dancing with the Stars." My mother's eyes light up. For the next 10 minutes or so, we get just a stream of consciousness celebrity gossip and trash culture lecture. How the guy in "Twilight" is "So sexy!" and how Madonna needs to take care of kids over here, not just in Africa, and how Britney and K-Fed were caught sleeping together, allegedly, and on and on and on ...
Nothing out of the ordinary for her, really. Any time there are relationship issues or family issues in our circle, they get compared to celebrities in the news. When my brother got a divorce, she would constantly say things like, "Well, you know, when Brad and Jen separated ..."
Anyway, Easter Sunday ...
"Mom," I said, when she finally ran out of gas, "who is the secretary of state of the United States?"
She couldn't name her.
I guess this all sounds kind of mean, but we all did truly get a big laugh out of it, even though the point was delivered.
Anyway, the point is, sometimes I truly wonder how I, a pretty serious person who cares about serious things, came out of that person. Sometimes, I actually feel sorry for my mother. It's like, "There's a huge, important, fascinating world out there, and you're obsessed with who is dating who from the 'Dancing with the Stars' cast!"
Another example: When I asked her to pick me up Michael Rosenberg's "War as They Knew It" for Christmas, she said, "Why would you want to read a book about war???"
I said, "Mom, it's not about war. It's about football. But sometimes I like to read books about war, too."
Anyone else find themselves getting to know their parents in a way they don't really like as they grow older and more aware?
Nothing out of the ordinary for her, really. Any time there are relationship issues or family issues in our circle, they get compared to celebrities in the news. When my brother got a divorce, she would constantly say things like, "Well, you know, when Brad and Jen separated ..."
Anyway, Easter Sunday ...
"Mom," I said, when she finally ran out of gas, "who is the secretary of state of the United States?"
She couldn't name her.
I guess this all sounds kind of mean, but we all did truly get a big laugh out of it, even though the point was delivered.
Anyway, the point is, sometimes I truly wonder how I, a pretty serious person who cares about serious things, came out of that person. Sometimes, I actually feel sorry for my mother. It's like, "There's a huge, important, fascinating world out there, and you're obsessed with who is dating who from the 'Dancing with the Stars' cast!"
Another example: When I asked her to pick me up Michael Rosenberg's "War as They Knew It" for Christmas, she said, "Why would you want to read a book about war???"
I said, "Mom, it's not about war. It's about football. But sometimes I like to read books about war, too."
Anyone else find themselves getting to know their parents in a way they don't really like as they grow older and more aware?