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This Mother-Daughter Team Squares Off Over ‘The Bachelor’
Their answers might surprise you.
This is my daughter. Our middle child. She was born on my 32nd birthday, and people tell me she looks just like me. But that’s where the similarities end.
Recently, our differences couldn’t have been more obvious than last month when I wrote a piece for Medium about having her home for an extended stay during COVID. I talked about how nice it was to get some “bonus time” with her — something that never would have occurred had it not been for the global pandemic. But when she read it, she rolled her eyes and asked whether we’d been living under the same roof for the last few weeks. Her perception of our unexpected togetherness didn’t quite align with mine.
I guess I should have expected that. It’s been that way since she was little. I say black, she says white. It’s alright though. We can poke fun at how different our views are — most of the time.
So, in the spirit of poking fun, we hatched a plan to write a piece together. One that illustrates how different we can be — whether it’s a function of our generational gap, differing personality types or a combination of both. I let her pick the topic, The Bachelor, and let me start by adding that wouldn’t have been my first choice‚ or even my last. But here goes:
