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Glee and My Mother
Nov. 16th, 2011 10:37 pm
My mother's been texting me all evening, telling me that I am genetically part cat, so I called to tell her to stop harassing me and that cats are terrible. Once she picked up, I could hear my step-dad shouting in the background at the tv, something he only does when they're watching basketball, Dancing With The Stars, or the Westminster Dog Show.
"Sorry mother," I say. "Should I call back when Dancing With The Stars is over?"
"We're just watching the news," she says. "But we're about to turn on Glee."
( cut for what I'm assuming are spoilers from last night's Glee? )
I don't watch Glee, and mother knows this, but she calls approximately once a week to tell me what's been happening on Glee (except she doesn't know anyone's name or the names of the songs so it's usually a very strange phone call).
Her: You should watch Glee.
Me: Not really interested.
Her: It's just like real high school.
Me: I... doubt that. And besides, I hated high school when I was in it, why would I want to experience something that is 'just like high school'?
Her: You loved high school. High school was just like Glee for you. You can pick, you're the one in the wheelchair or the black lesbian.
Me: Mother, I'm not going to watch Glee.
Her: This is why you're part cat, always hating everything.
Then she put the dog on the phone so I could talk to him, then she hung up.
WHAT EVEN IS MY MOTHER.
"Sorry mother," I say. "Should I call back when Dancing With The Stars is over?"
"We're just watching the news," she says. "But we're about to turn on Glee."
( cut for what I'm assuming are spoilers from last night's Glee? )
I don't watch Glee, and mother knows this, but she calls approximately once a week to tell me what's been happening on Glee (except she doesn't know anyone's name or the names of the songs so it's usually a very strange phone call).
Her: You should watch Glee.
Me: Not really interested.
Her: It's just like real high school.
Me: I... doubt that. And besides, I hated high school when I was in it, why would I want to experience something that is 'just like high school'?
Her: You loved high school. High school was just like Glee for you. You can pick, you're the one in the wheelchair or the black lesbian.
Me: Mother, I'm not going to watch Glee.
Her: This is why you're part cat, always hating everything.
Then she put the dog on the phone so I could talk to him, then she hung up.
WHAT EVEN IS MY MOTHER.
