Airing Your Dirty Laundry

I watched part of *gasp* Oprah the other day. She had on mothers and daughters, and they were hashing all their problems out on stage, in front of a live studio audience. And, you know how that crap goes. (Or do you?)

Oprah tends to side with one or the other, and of course most of her audience follows suit. Not surprisingly, the audience, the doctor and Oprah sided against the mother who was trying to control her twenty-seven year old daughters life. Then, when asked if she felt that they'd ganged up on her, she lied and said no.

I sat in the living room at my mother and father's house, watching this with them.
"Hey, Mom, that could never be you." I said.

"What? What do you mean?" she said.

"Well, this woman wants to know every detail of her daughter's life, and constantly interferes in it." I replied.

"No, that's not me." She said. "I'm not a controlling kind of person."

"Sure," I said, "but not only that. To interfere in your children's lives, you might have to get up off the couch. And nobody really wants that."

My mom looked at me for a second, looked at my dad, and they both started to laugh.

It's a really good thing that both of my parents have a sense of humor.