We here at Betches celebrate moms. Moms are great to talk shit with. They always take your side. And, most importantly, they gave us at least 50% of our current beauty. But just like all things that are great—like cheese and my regular coke binge—limits are key. It’s great to be close with your mom, but you’ve got to have boundaries. Otherwise it’s just plain weird. And that’s why I’m here, to write a response piece to an article I read called “My Mom Is My Best Friend And That Is More Than Ok.” I, a random Betches writer with literally no personal interest in the matter and who doesn’t even know you, am here to tell you that no, it’s not okay—it’s fucking weird.
Literally the first words of this piece are “Thank you for being the Lorelai to my Rory,” so I was already suppressing my gag reflex to begin with.
Things did not get any better for me when I came across passages like:
“Many people can see this as a bad thing or that it means that your mom is your only friend, but that is far from the truth.”
Okay, I am down with the whole “mom as a friend” idea to an extent—which we’ll get to later—but your ONLY friend? Honey, that is concerning. You need to have friends your own age, and you need to have friends that aren’t basically required by virtue of being related to you/having housed you in their womb to be your friend.
Like, if your mom is your ONLY friend in the entire world it means either of a few scenarios are possible. 1) You just moved, which, okay we’ll cut you some slack, Squid. 2) You can’t relate to people your own age which indicates that you should stop watching Oxygen and go to a party or something. 3) You just suck as a person so nobody who doesn’t have to be your friend will. Both the latter two options are troubling, to say the least. If you have ZERO friends other than the woman who carried you in her uterus for nine months, it’s time to look at your life, look at your choices.
“I may have seemed unappreciative growing up, but truthfully I just did not appreciate you enough.”
That … that is literally what unappreciative means.
“My mom is always the first person I call in the morning and the last person I call at night.”
Oh, so you’re one of THOSE. Look, I’m sorry, but between the time you called your mom at night, slept, and woke up, what could have possibly happened in your life that you need to fill your mom in on? Did you have a bad dream? Sorry, but seeing as you’re not Martin Luther King Jr., literally nobody cares. Not even your mom. Yeah, I said it.
“She knows all there is to know about my life and I would not want it any other way.”
See, this, this right here is the problem. Is it great if you’re close to your mom? Yes. Sure. By all means, have a ball. Should your mom know ALL THERE IS TO KNOW about your life? Hell to the no! It’s all about BOUNDARIES. Say it with me now. For instance, it’s cool to tell your mom you went out on a date. It’s even fine to tell her you met your date on Tinder. It’s NOT cool to tell your mom you and said Tinder date met up in an Kroger parking lot and you sucked his dick in the backseat of his car. I’m using a completely random and made-up example for illustrative purposes, obviously.
See what I mean? If your mom really and truly knows every detail about your life it means there’s something wrong with the both of you. Like, my parents love me and are interested in my life and all, but when they asked me what I was doing last Saturday night, they didn’t really want to know what I was actually doing, which was mixing vodka and
Adderall emotions at a lingerie party in Brooklyn. They just wanted to know that I was going out with some friends. Both statements are technically true, but only one allows me to keep my inheritance. Feel me?
In short, if your mom is really your best friend, it’s fucking weird, and I don’t think it means what you think it means. I tell my mom about 20% of what I tell my ACTUAL best friends (sorry, Mom). If you think of you and your mom like Rory and Lorelai Gilmore, there’s probably something wrong. Then again, I never watched Gilmore Girls.
Appropriately Distant Kisses,
I hope for your sake that your love/hate relationship with the ultra-caffeinated residents of Stars Hollow is more love than hate, because Netflix might bring back Gilmore Girls yet again. Go ahead and call your mom now, before she finds out through the millions of Facebook posts that are about to show up on your newsfeed.
Naturally, the possibility of a continuation of the continuation brings up questions. How ugly will they make Paris’ hair this time? Will it take after last year’s aggressively mediocre revival or the far superior original series? Is Hollywood ever going to produce new material or keep playing on nostalgia for the rest of eternity? Inquiring minds would like to know.
Unfortunately for the dwindling number of people who care, actual Gilmore intel is pretty thin on the ground. All we know is that Ted Sarandos, the dude in charge of picking Netflix’s content, told the UK Press Association that they’re in “very preliminary” talks with the creators, Amy Sherman-Palladino and Dan Palladino, to make more episodes. As always, the internet had many divided thoughts.
I’m not sure I want a season 2 of the Gilmore Girls revival…
— Simple Man (@Altered_Bridge) March 6, 2017
Netflix has begun talks for a second ‘Gilmore Girls’ revival and I’ve begun praying as much as possible.
— Alex Goldschmidt (@alexandergold) March 6, 2017
I still can’t believe it sometimes that we actually got new Gilmore girls episodes! And that we might get more!!!! #WhatATimeToBeAlive
— KP (@NJsummergirl) March 12, 2017
So nothing is official yet, but you might want to start stockpiling coffee beans, frozen pizza, and lame sarcastic comebacks just in case.