Why does everyone treat the Oedipus complex as negative? I mean, why wouldn’t someone want a mate to satisfy his every passing whim? And resemble their mother as to fulfill dirty youthful sexual fantasies? I’m just surprised there isn’t a term for a mother and sister complex. With some aunt thrown in for flavor.
And in fear of sending the wrong message, I should remind you that I never use sarcasm. Ever.
We’ve got a few more episodes in the airplane series and maybe others yet to be written. I imagine they’ll return Sunday. Come back now, y’hear?