today i watched philomena with my mother which left me with a lot of complicated half-irish catholic feelings and then watched august osage county with both my parents which left me with a lot of complicated dysfunctional southern/cajun family feelings so basically i am overwhelmed in the emotions department and would love to go back to loving toilet shows rn
turns out living in france for a semester and then subsequently being incredibly stressed does ruin your hair and means you have a lot of dead ends and dead hair to cut off, which means i now have less hair than i had before
but it’s cute! apparently. according to my mother. and my head feels better now that all the hair on it is healthy
can we marvel in the fact that my younger sister still has not responded to my friend request on Facebook
i am a cool older sister.I do things like stick it to the man and fight injustices and teach french and learn social work. I like cats. I cook food.
who wouldn’t want me to be their older sister
I’m going to “Texan Catholic Quilting Group”(™) with my mom today and apparently there is some woman there who is from “Devine, anything but” and i am so excited to meet these women my mom talks about all the time.
Quilting is serious. They sent my mother home with one of the quilt tops she made to redo the borders because they were curvy. “These are quality, nunnery,” Mom tells me. “We don’t just give any old quilts out to people.”
Last time I was home mom gleefully told me that she was not the youngest one there, there was one woman who was three months younger than she. The oldest is in her late 80s and doesn’t like Geraldine Granger.
Meghan thinks bagels come in plastic bag six packs at the grocery store. It hurts me
What i am learning is that people from the tri-state area have a lot of feelings about bagels, and rightfully so, and our loved ones form the south just don’t understand because all bagel shops that are not in the tri-state area are simply inferior creatures. it’d be like a beignet shop that was not in louisiana. it’s just not the same
We have an amazing bagel place here where they are all of those things and the line can be around the building and they only take cash and I by so many it’s gross.
There is a bagel place in my parents’ town that isn’t half bad but it is newly popular so they never have enough everything bagels and they don’t sell egg bagels (what is the point???) UGH i miss the north sometimes
I grew up in NYC and softy and I regularly get into fights about whether bagels count as bagels if they’re not lovingly hand-crafted, still warm, kosher, and available in flavors like “egg”. it is a struggle.
what i wouldn’t give for a real egg bagel rn. i tried explaining what those are to idgie and unfortunately she is from the rolling hills of texas and those do not exist there.
every time a southerner goes up to nyc or new jersey I tell them they have to get a bagel and eat it and then when I ask them about it they say “oh it was nothing special”
the bagels here are NOTHING compared to the heaven they are in the tri-state area, I complain to idgie about it constantly, and you either didn’t eat one or got one from dunkin’ donuts I am so ashamed
Every time I visit my parents I realize the oddity that is their marriage and am reminded of the things that I can’t have in my future.
Each night when my dad gets home, he puts his stuff down, eats dinner quickly, then goes into my parents room and watches the tv while he writes emails until he goes to sleep at 9. If he and Mom talk, it’s for a bit at dinner, maybe a bit before bed. He doesn’t help with chores and it’s been like this forever.
I will never have a tv in my bedroom. I’m glad Idgie and I both like talking to each other (a lot) because I want to talk to someone every night when I get home, or at least be able to call them on the phone and talk if one of us is away. Catholic religion class in high school was bizarre but there were a lot of good things I learned about relationships and god do I ever want to use them in my future. As I once told Idgie, we basically did everything my High school “christian vocations” textbook said to do for a good relationship—start off as friends, go to church together, talk, etc—except for the whole gay thing.
But I know I don’t want to be like my parents in that one way.