So it's Thanksgiving day today in America and it reminded me of this famous painting by Norman Rockwell who I keep confusing with Nelson Rockefeller but that's neither here nor there.
Anyway, this painting makes me uncomfortable. Look at creepy cousin Charlie on the top left there. He's got his serial killer look all ready to go. And his lil' sister Cynthia. Check out her eyes. That's a bad seed, that one.
And why isn't Grandpa helping Grandma with the turkey? The hell, Pops? You standing there just looking...help the old girl! But of course when this thing was painted, times were different. She probably already did the laundry, cleaned the house, plowed the field and baled the hay. Back in them days, women were women, gosh darnit!
Also, no one at the table is making eye contact with each other except for the two closeted lesbians on the right and left sides of the table.
Uncle Ron on the bottom right hand of the corner is looking at us and saying, "If they only knew what I was doing to that bird three hours ago"
Great, great Aunt Agatha is smiling because she has secretly replaced the fine giblets usually found in the turkey with her own. Let's see if anyone notices...
And the bowl of fruit has a baby's head in it! WTF!