My grandma told your grandma, "I'm gonna set your flag on fire."
So my grandmother grew up in the midwest, as a disclaimer. She's very Republican, and very oppinionated. It seems physicallyimpossible for her to tell anyone about Scotland without mentioning that valuables were stolen out of her bag, even though she was the one who forgot it on the bus. *hands*
Anyway, she was over on Sunday when we were watching Sherlock. Before the show even began, however, she started griping about the accents.
G: Why do they have to--? These English men always sound so pretentious.
Me: ......But Ian Cumming is Irish.
G: Well, one half dozen to the other, honey. There's no need for them to sound so high and mighty all the time.
Me: *like, sincerely dumbfounded here* ...You probably grew up only seeing British people on TV act pretentious. They really aren't all like that.
G: No, we only had cowboys and Indians on our TVs.
Me: ....?!
But i kind of put it out of my mind. I didn't ask her later how she liked the show, because she seriously slept through most of it. (THE GREAT GAME. SHE SLEPT THROUGH THE GREAT GAME.) But this morning my Dad brought it up, which means she's been griping about it to him.
Dad: Yeah, she's just 'Sick of all these British accents on TV.' *<--mimicking her tone/word choice*
Me: BUT IT'S A BRITISH TV SHOW
Dad: *laughs* And she 'Doesn't appreciate being talked down to.'
Me: BUT SHE WASN'T EVEN WATCHING
Dad: And she just 'Doesn't understand why there are all these gays on Tv. I mean, there aren't even that many of them.'
Me: I think the statistics are 1 in--*brought up short* Wait. When were there gay references in this episode? *trying to think: Dinner with Sherlock? No. Sherlock arguing the definition of 'date'? Blind Banker.*
Dad: When Moriarty played gay. And then at the end when he was sort of flirting with Sherlock.
Me: Oh. Right. *thinking: He was flirting?!?* *focuses* -_- I despair of you both.
Dad: Hey, you're granddaughter of Crazy.
Me: >.O
......He has a point, though. Damn him.
Day 09 - A song that you can dance to
Intil Waheeda by Hisham Abbas. Shut. Up.
This is from one of my very favorite Putamayo CDs (yes, i have more than one favorite Putamayo CD). One time at band camp memorable sleepover my three BFFs and I stripped down to our underwear (because that's what bellydancers wear, yo) and danced until we fell over. (This happened not as often as you'd think, considering the sugar high we were riding at the time).
I like the Rock Banjo. ^_______^