Saturday, February 07, 2009

The Great Mother

Tonight, Dish brings Superman to meet Dishmama, Dishstep and Dishbrother. For some reason, I'm not nervous. Having delivered a parade of freaks to my family, nothing fazes them anymore. I've lived through The Family Stone, Meet the Parents, Home for the Holidays and ever other horror show involving relatives and boyfriends. Survival involves my helping serve and clear dishes. Also, Dishmama is a pro, not at all like Diane Keaton from The Family Stone. In this flick, Di makes an icy Sarah Jessica Parker feel like a Martian. By contrast, Dishmama will pile food on Superman's plate, solicit his superior knowledge of finance and changing lightbulbs, gush over his insight, then bully him into taking food home. Superman will leave feeling as if he's the King of the World, without quite realizing why. That's the magic of Dishmama: everyone is welcome (except for misogynist commentators during Hillary Clinton's campaign).

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