My mother never helped with homework either. Not once. Isn't that something that parents do?

She watched television. That was her parenting. She watched television 16 hours a day. Talk show after talk show after talk show. It only started to change when talk shows started getting replaced by court shows so then it became court show after court show after court show.

I suppose before talk shows, when soap operas were in vogue, it was nothing but soap operas. She was never a big game show person.

But Oprah to Maury Povich to Jenny Jones to Jerry Springer to Ricki Lake. Every day. I commented on this many times. "Not even the producers of the shows want you watch this eight hours a day five days a week." She'd yell "shut up" or some other motherly advice.

She wasn't busy. I mean, yeah, she did laundry and she sometimes cooked. That doesn't take much time. I say this as somebody who does laundry and sometimes cooks.

So she had time. She had time to watch that shit, which was totally inappropriate viewing for children, by the way, eight hours a day, five days a week but no time to parent. She sat there watching degenerates pretend to fight all day every day.

What a pathetic person. No ambition whatsoever. Never parented a day in her life. Geraldo's expose of the New York "Club Kid" scene was more important to her.

Where are those "Club Kids" now? All dead from drug overdoses or AIDS.

I remember my mother complaining about me not having a job. I was a full time student in university, by the way. And she hadn't had a job for 30 years by this point. What was the reason for her wanting me to get a job? No idea. She wasn't suggesting that I contribute to the household expenses. She just kept saying, "Get a job".

So one day she's talking about what a terrible person I am because I don't have a job and I explain to her that I'm not out doing drugs, I'm not in a motorcycle gang, I'm not shooting up the neighbourhood. "YOU CAN STILL GET A JOB!"

It's just bizarre. And I was right. I was doing better than most of my peers. I was going to university, no problems, and I was straight-edge before it was cool.

If I was sitting at home watching talk shows eight hours a day every day, then she'd have a point. Or if I was addicted to heroin she'd have a point. But I was doing perfectly fine. In spite of her complete lack of parenting for the previous 20 years. Indeed, I was doing fine despite her destructive behaviour towards me for the past 20 years.