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Hm.
Our Lady, I never know what to say in reply to these things. One part of me wants to throw my arms metaphorically around the exasperated and exclaim: "Darling how perfectly GHASTLY, move out at once and escape your parochial family, we have a lovely sofa, do you like your eggs runny?" but this is almost always insulting. Almost.
Chipping away gently is the way, isn't it? I'm lucky. My parents, whilst not particularly *understanding* of my lot in life as a man who likes the cock, are not at all judgemental of *me*, and actively adore my SO, who is a lovely, cuddly, reassuringly normal, middle-class teddy-bear of a chap. So much so that they phoned the info re: my Dad's soon-to-be retirement do to *him* instead of me.
Sigh. Parents. I wonder sometimes if we are not crueller to them than they are to us...
I've done reasonably well as the years go by with my parents political opinions and was very taken aback by my mother's militancy during the first stages of the Iraq War. She went on the massive march along with me and was threatening to wave a sign bearing the timeless (albeit slightly incongruous) legend: "Upper Middle Classes Against The War", but I persuaded her not to as I suspected this sentiment lacked the appropriate sobriety. I now regret my humourlessness.
Global Warming is the latest family political feud and I'm winning. But that's probably because Mum's retired and Dad's about to and their interest in maintaining the political ideology congruent with their positions in working life is waning.
I ramble. My sympathies, I meant to say... I'm sure your parents are lovely, like my lovely Thatcher-voting parents... |
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