Oddly, and I do think this is odd, I don't see the gay vibe between Jane and Maura. I can see how other people would see it, but I don't see their chemistry as sexual. Maybe it's because I watch so much Xena, where the sexual chemistry between Lucy and Renee is off the charts and the subtext between the characters is way more overt, but . . . I really don't see it. It's weird.
On another note, I've only been to a few wakes in my day. One for my great aunt and the other for my grandma. And, for my grandma, my mom was the point person for everything because she was the only daughter so I was always around for everything and . . . I hated it. It was incredibly awkward and depressing because there was, like, no escaping the fact that she had died. It didn't help that I regretted my relationship with her. (I'm weirdly shy with my family. I'm great talking to people I've just met but I can't, for some reason, be that way around these people I've known my whole life, so I never had the relationship with her that my cousins did.) There was a lot of crying.
It didn't sound as stressful as what you described, though. Probably has to do with family culture. We're good Irish Catholics but there were no overt displays of drunk or high. However, my mom's best friend's brother died last year and she went to the wake/funeral and my mom's friends kids (I think the son is now 21 and the daughter is 23) got high with the deceased's son at his request. They are a family with a history of smoking a joint a time or two so it was their "ode" to him.
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Date: 2011-07-11 02:10 pm (UTC)On another note, I've only been to a few wakes in my day. One for my great aunt and the other for my grandma. And, for my grandma, my mom was the point person for everything because she was the only daughter so I was always around for everything and . . . I hated it. It was incredibly awkward and depressing because there was, like, no escaping the fact that she had died. It didn't help that I regretted my relationship with her. (I'm weirdly shy with my family. I'm great talking to people I've just met but I can't, for some reason, be that way around these people I've known my whole life, so I never had the relationship with her that my cousins did.) There was a lot of crying.
It didn't sound as stressful as what you described, though. Probably has to do with family culture. We're good Irish Catholics but there were no overt displays of drunk or high. However, my mom's best friend's brother died last year and she went to the wake/funeral and my mom's friends kids (I think the son is now 21 and the daughter is 23) got high with the deceased's son at his request. They are a family with a history of smoking a joint a time or two so it was their "ode" to him.