I love my grandmother. She is the epitome of everything a grandmother should be. She is kind, she is nice, she is sweet, she (for some ungodly reason) loves her grandkids. She is also incredibly classy. She worked in investment banking, had martinis, flew to Florida with her friends, and even today schnookers all the old guys at the rummy competitions they have at the senior center. I am very fortunate to have a real grandmother in the Aunt Bea sense and feel guilty for not visiting her as much as I should.
However, I am even more fortunate in another sense. I believe my grandmother is one of the last of her kind.
Understand that feminism has been going strong since the 1960s. And whereas my grandparents hailed from the Greatest Generation, modern day kids' grandparents hail from the hippie generation. And sadly these women have not grown up.
I first noticed this when I visited a cadre of Cappy Cappites down in Raleigh, NC. We went to a jazz club to smoke cigars. Everything was great, very classy club with a good selection of cigars.
Then the music started.
And in came in a cackle of 40-50 something women wearing clothes from their halcyon days during Reagan's first administration that were no longer fashionable and no longer fitting.
I saw these aged women dancing on the floor, getting drunk, dancing with each other, grinding as if they were 21, none of which had rings. And then it dawned on me - these women were my grandmother's age when I was a kid. These women had grandkids.
And in a very Joe Hollenbeck way I said to myself "WHAT THE FUCK!?"
But this was to be expected. After a 40 year regimen of you-go-girlism, feminism, careerism, divorce, and you-can-have-it-all, there was no way these women would turn out to be the refined, elegant and graceful Sophia Loren like grandmothers my generation was blessed with. No, sadly, not only do the kids today get to suffer single mothers, drama, divorce, ritalin, drama, and an otherwise unstable family, even their GRANDPARENTS aren't around to provide that modicum of stability, let alone role modeling.
Regardless, I'm going to go and buy my grandma some chocolates and flowers. I suggest if you have a good one like I got, you do the same.
Post post - found this on my twitter account. What I want you to do is look at the food and the children and tell me that doesn't make you feel like you're in Mayberry and Aunt Bea is cooking for you. That's the type of grandmother I'm talking about.