Oh Grandmothers

I am giving my grandmother computer lessons. It is slow goings. Basically every lesson we check her email. That takes up the whole time. Today though, I think we had a mini breakthrough when I explained that attachments are things like pictures that you clip onto an email - that's why there is a paper clip next to it on the email. The whole rest of the lesson she just kept saying, "I didn't know about the clip!"

She also has this elderly Jewish grandmother habit of advising me about my life, which I resent thoroughly. I hate it when people give me career advice when they have no idea what they're talking about. I don't know when the last time she has tried to find a job was, but it was probably over 20 years ago. I also don't know the last time she's tried to find a job in social work or theater, but it was probably NEVER. So I tend to get a little upset.

Sometimes I just sing this song to myself all day:



You should not straighten your hair. I would be so upset. If I hear you have straightened your hair I will come up to New York and smack some sense into you.

You should probably start your own dungeon. And movie studio. A dungeon movie studio?