Guest Post by Cara Goldstein
As a student at Fordham University, I felt obligated to
watch the reality television show that takes place right down the street from
the Rose Hill campus– Mama’s Boys of the
Bronx. As it turns out the show and characters weave in and out of the
lives and paths of the place where myself, and many other Fordham students call
home for nine months of the year.
Yet, it is incredibly frustrating to watch overweight,
tatted up, eternally single, thirty-something-year old, men-children be so
helpless. When the mothers of Anthony (35), Giovanni (38) and Frankie (38)
decide to go to Florida for a week, they need to prepare their sons. They stock
their fridges and show them how to use the stove and washing machine. But even
that doesn’t suffice. Instead of making their own food or doing their own
laundry they follow their mothers, like sick puppies, down to Florida after
only two days alone. So, they can book and plan a trip to Florida, but they
can’t do their own laundry?
Not only are they entirely dependent on their mothers, but
they act like overgrown high school kids. They throw a full-on high school
rager -- equipped with an
abundance of red solo cups, spin the bottle, and random make-outs all over the
first floor of the house -- when
their mamas leave town.
Despite my fear of ending up like these boys, and concern
with pop culture’s fascination with “traditional” Italian life in New York and
New Jersey, these Mama’s Boys seem happy with their lives. They have no plans
to move out and be on their own.
Like Chip says, they just want to be “mama’s boys for the rest of their
lives.”
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