Oh my word. My life…obviously needs this cartoon.
I think one of the things my mother — yes, that woman currently only putting out things on fire, which are not, incidentally, me — wanted me to do is be more interesting that she is. She had me, found out I was… not her, and was excited.
I think the idea that I am an artistic person — encouraged her that someone was going to live out her dream of being bizarre. Someone was going to wear the black and white striped tights and the combat boots. Someone was going to lay around and read all day, or not answer the phone or eat toast and candy at odd hours. Someone was going to be bohemian and wonderful.
I’ve never been sure I can be all of that. I’ve never been sure I’ve been that interested. After all, I wanted to be like her, isn’t that what most people want? To be like their mothers? (If they’re decent.) But for goodness sakes — that vagina thing makes you think.
Life is short. Remember the vagina…and skip the Mom thing. Go wild. Be weird.