“My mum is just a mum, which is an unforgivable thing to say in any circumstance, except this one. She worries, she gives me a hard time about the shop, she gives me a hard time about my childlessness. I wish I wanted to see [her] more, but I don’t, and when I’ve got nothing else to feel bad about, I feel bad about that.” – from Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity
(Which incidentally, will lead very well into tomorrow’s installment. Stay tuned.) In the meantime, let’s talk about yo momma, specifically:
Postcards From Yo Momma
a repository of modern day maternal correspondence
On a meta level, I’m actually sort of against mom-bashing. Moms are ultimately and generally pretty good people. They made us, after all. And for the most part, they mean well. They care. They’re earnest. All that stuff is good stuff. But in reality (down in the dirty dugout, where I really live) I’m really all for making fun of the one that bore you.
Making fun of my own mother has made me friends, frankly. (Sorry, Ma.) Sure, the jokes are cheap and not particularly clever, and they capitalize on something that is, deep at its heart, just a wee bit mean, but the fact is: mothers are funny. They can’t help being that way. And if we find them so, maybe we can’t help it either.
Excerpts from the site:
The Launch Pad
Sometimes, you’re in the mood for this sort of humour and Postcards From Yo Momma can deliver if you’re in the right sort of headspace . That nut-bag quality that seems to exist in all mothers is amusing. It is just is. It don’t mean she loves ya any less.
Admittedly, a ding dong,