Bonding. I can't believe this.
Jul. 16th, 2002 12:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperMe and my mum are actually bonding. Quite weird. It's normally over some tv program both of us like Dad won't watch. Usually period costume drama - Wives and Daughters, Our Mutual Friend, Pride and Prejudice, The Edwardian Country House... Often something where she's read the book, I haven't, but we both swoon and grumble over the stupidity of the characters.
What makes this one weird? The program we both absolutely adore is Six Feet Under. That's right. You heard me. Funeral directors and their screwed up family lives. With the gay factor. And we're both going 'oh, so cute' or 'awwww....' and sniffling when David got dumped last week by Keith. This is a woman who thinks I'm weird and perverted for reading slash.
Last week was really scary. All evening, we'd had one of those knock-down, screaming drag out arguments with buckets of tears you normally only get about once a year. Then we both went into the tv room and started watching, trying to ignore the other and then.... Claire and her mother started doing the exact same thing we'd been doing all evening. For the exact same reasons of mother not understanding daughter and daughter going 'christ, leave me alone, you told me once already' and mum going 'I only want what's best for you and it's not getting through! Treat me with respect rather than rolling your eyes!' We both looked at each other and gulped. Then watched the rest of the show, including mum waking her up at four am so they could escape before going spinning and throwing up at the sugar shock. Much gulping, because it was exactly our relationship. Six Feet Under has become the mum-and-me bonding show for better or worse because of that bit.
What makes this one weird? The program we both absolutely adore is Six Feet Under. That's right. You heard me. Funeral directors and their screwed up family lives. With the gay factor. And we're both going 'oh, so cute' or 'awwww....' and sniffling when David got dumped last week by Keith. This is a woman who thinks I'm weird and perverted for reading slash.
Last week was really scary. All evening, we'd had one of those knock-down, screaming drag out arguments with buckets of tears you normally only get about once a year. Then we both went into the tv room and started watching, trying to ignore the other and then.... Claire and her mother started doing the exact same thing we'd been doing all evening. For the exact same reasons of mother not understanding daughter and daughter going 'christ, leave me alone, you told me once already' and mum going 'I only want what's best for you and it's not getting through! Treat me with respect rather than rolling your eyes!' We both looked at each other and gulped. Then watched the rest of the show, including mum waking her up at four am so they could escape before going spinning and throwing up at the sugar shock. Much gulping, because it was exactly our relationship. Six Feet Under has become the mum-and-me bonding show for better or worse because of that bit.
