by tessa
Yesterday the story was released that Kate Winslet’s daughter gave her grief about the gown she wore to the Academy Awards. Personally I think the gown was gorgeous and she has never looked more beautiful in her life than she looks right now (same goes for Meryl Streep, by the way, so apparently grey gowns can rock the red carpet when worn by beautiful, talented women).
But the singular relationship that mothers and daughters share is perfectly illustrated by Kate’s story. As a woman you’ve accomplished this phenomenal goal reaching the absolute pinnacle of your career, finally winning Best Actress, on the cover of Time magazine, lauded (finally!) as not only talented but beautiful, and your daughter’s response sounds like, “Yeah, that’s awesome and everything, but that dress bites it hard, dude.”
I guess that’s what parenting is about. Which explains why I have cats instead of children. They don’t care what you wear as long as you sneak chicken to them (every single time you open the fridge). You can be wearing vintage Versace or 287 pounds of birthday suit. Just as long as you don’t feed them that crap in the purple pouches that needs to be covered up as though the kitchen tile is a litter box, they love each and every ounce of you unconditionally and without comment.
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