So I realized something about my mother and I the other day.
We are Total Snobs. Seriously. Every ounce of cattiness and snarkiness that I every exhibit can be attributed directly to my mother. She and I can snark about just about anything and anyone, and we can do it without looking like total bitches. (Partial bitches maybe, but not total bitches.)
Case in point:
This year is the Year of Weddings in my family...Son is getting married, Scandalous Uncle is getting married, and I'm getting married. My mother and I have spent many an email session snarking on invitation mishaps and etiquette snafus, because to us, there is A Way Things Are Done and other people are just not following that Way. So far, we have snarked on invitation font choices, the lack of second envelopes, second marriage etiquette (and lack thereof), and the clueless behavior of Scandalous Uncle, always with declarations that MY wedding will have none of these issues. Riiiiiiiight.
When we aren't snarking on weddings, we're snarking on clothing choices, rude behavior, weird recipes, whatever.
We're like Joan and Melissa Rivers, only fatter. And nicer. Because really, our snark is not evil or malicious. It's more of an amused snark, the patented "Can you believe he/she/they said/wore/did that???" snark that my mother's Southern blood is infused with. And with a GRITS mama, how could I not end up with some of that snark running through my own veins?
Ah well, we could have ended up bonding over something more evil. Like voting for Bush or something.
We are Total Snobs. Seriously. Every ounce of cattiness and snarkiness that I every exhibit can be attributed directly to my mother. She and I can snark about just about anything and anyone, and we can do it without looking like total bitches. (Partial bitches maybe, but not total bitches.)
Case in point:
This year is the Year of Weddings in my family...Son is getting married, Scandalous Uncle is getting married, and I'm getting married. My mother and I have spent many an email session snarking on invitation mishaps and etiquette snafus, because to us, there is A Way Things Are Done and other people are just not following that Way. So far, we have snarked on invitation font choices, the lack of second envelopes, second marriage etiquette (and lack thereof), and the clueless behavior of Scandalous Uncle, always with declarations that MY wedding will have none of these issues. Riiiiiiiight.
When we aren't snarking on weddings, we're snarking on clothing choices, rude behavior, weird recipes, whatever.
We're like Joan and Melissa Rivers, only fatter. And nicer. Because really, our snark is not evil or malicious. It's more of an amused snark, the patented "Can you believe he/she/they said/wore/did that???" snark that my mother's Southern blood is infused with. And with a GRITS mama, how could I not end up with some of that snark running through my own veins?
Ah well, we could have ended up bonding over something more evil. Like voting for Bush or something.
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