It’s clear from my many literature lectures this semester that my professor has a tumultuous relationship with his family, no doubt resulting from an uncomfortable childhood. Among his many interesting insights into his own psyche, he mentioned that he unsuccessfully tried to fill his mother’s role with his dissertation director, who also bares a striking resemble, both in appearance and attitude, to Judge Judy.
To quote him in summary of his many insights, “Freud would have a field day with me.”
And then there are always fun comments like this:
“Who could be against the children?” Raises hand. “But I have specific children in mind.”
Or to sum up the semester:
Upon hearing sirens outside, “Oh the police are coming to take my dirty mind away!”