Who’s Your Favorite TV Mom?
I know it’s fiction, but what TV mom are you most like?
For me, I’m just like Roseanne. Yes, I have fewer children and no – technically I’m not married – but Roseanne and Dan Connor are our doppelgangers. I really do miss that show and how it broke the rules about what families looked like, how they struggled, and how – deep down – laughing about crappy situations can get you through to the next day. Plus, the Halloween episodes are just awesomely festive.
I love that Roseanne didn’t look or sound like any other TV mom: she was large and loud and at times was the breadwinner for her family. Like most mothers, Roseanne had a slew of jobs over the course of the show’s run: factory worker, waitress, secretary for a day, small business owner, and even felt the sting of unemployment. Yes, she eventually won the lottery, but the last two seasons I write off as not really Roseanne.
I even loved that Roseanne desperately wanted to be a writer and get out of Lanford. Dan went so far as to build her a tiny nook in the basement where she could write. As a writer – and one that will be moving soon from Philadelphia to Atlanta – I get it. Like Dan, my partner has done both big and small things to support my career. The cutest by far was when he bought me a bag for my laptop and went the extra step to have it embroidered with the name of my blog.
Most of all what I loved about Roseanne was its lack of perfection. I could look at this fictional family and place them in my neighborhood. I know that most guys that are as big as Dan do not have wives with tiny waists and designer threads. I know that most families – at one time or another – struggle with the cost of raising a family, would rather their mother not visit, and have kids they love but also drive them batty. I miss seeing a mother on TV that looks, sounds, and acts like me.
Now that I think about it, I miss watching shows that aren’t based in “reality” and follow the worst that women have to offer. I’m looking at you Real Housewives franchise (even though I am completely guilty of being in New Jersey’s clutches).
I know what this night calls for: epic Netflix marathon.