Mom and I rented Bruno today and watched it, mainly because she really wanted to see it. That movie was so ridiculous, but I laughed my butt off. (Especially the part where he was...well, I won't go into details, but it involves genitals.)
After we turned the movie off, the news was on, and Adam Lambert had released a statement saying that he shouldn't have to "babysit" the nation's children. (In regard to his man-on-man kiss.) I agree with everything he says in defense of what he did. Like I said, everyone knows he's gay, and ABC should've realized that before they decided to book him to perform. Then Mom had to open up her trap and be all, "But he practically raped that guy's mouth onstage! I don't want to see that!"
.........We freaking just got done watching Bruno. And she actually said this. She watched all the (censored) gay sex and genital-flashing, but she's going to get her panties in a bunch over Adam Lambert kissing a male band member. I pointed out the hypocrisy in this, and told her, "If Lady Gaga. for example, had kissed a woman onstage that night, would you have a problem with that?" Mom said, "But she's a woman, no one cares if you see a woman kissing another woman. If you see a man kissing another man....well, that's just another story because it's wrong and gross!" And there's the double standard.
*tangent* Thanksgiving was crappy this year, thanks for asking. Could've been a hell of a lot better, if Dad would've gotten his ass out of the kitchen and just let me continue what I was doing and not have been a pain in the ass. I had him telling me what to do, I had Mom bitching at me what to do, I had instructions in the cookbook on what to do--who do I listen to?! Got REALLY angry at Dad, yelled at him, and stormed out of the house while telling him, "YOU think you know what to do?! YOU f*cking do it!" Drama queen move, or really agitated woman getting pissed off at people telling her what to do--your call. This all happened in front of Kevin, too; I was so embarrassed that he had to see that. During dinner, I was shooting Dad the death stare because he had royally pissed me off and ruined my appetite.
He later apologized, but I let him have it again. Apologizing really didn't make it any better, considering that I had the day off for Thanksgiving and after nine straight days of work, I just wanted to relax. And it all happened in front of Kevin, too.
I'm kind of glad they're leaving for Alabama soon. I don't think I'm going down to visit them during the holidays. I don't want to waste the gas money if all we're going to do is bitch and bicker while we're down there. And she can rely on Hunter for a ride home whenever he decides to go down, because I don't want to do it if she's just going to bitch the whole way like she did when we went down for Grandma Cozie's funeral.
They all really piss me off. They really do.
*semi-tangent* Didn't do any Black Friday shopping. For one thing, I have to wait for my next paycheck. For another thing....frankly, I did that about six or seven years ago for a $50 stereo at Target, and I nearly got trampled in the process. Never again. The people who go to do their insane early-morning shopping on Black Friday are cray-cray; they get violent and vicious and super-bitchy to the poor retail workers who are saints for putting up with it the way they do. Chances are, you won't get what you wanted if it's in small quantities. And is it really worth it to stand in line for 3-4 hours just for checkout?