Why do we lie to each other? And where do the expectations that perpetuate these lies come from? Mothers today do have more choices, but they also face expectations that would make June Cleaver give up and drink.
You love your Mom... and you find her alternatively infuriating and embarrassing, irreplaceable and overly dramatic, irksome and endearing. As far as I know, Hallmark hasn't yet created a line of cards expressing familial disharmony.
Just because I have the title of grandmother doesn't mean I have to feel silly wearing jeans with those shredded slits cut out zigzagging up and down the legs, and I dare someone to question my motives with statements like, "She's dressing half her age." Really? Bite me.