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My Mom Was Moira Rose
An eclectic television character emulated my amazing mother
Catherine O’Hara’s passing just slapped me across the face.
Not only are we in the middle of binge-watching Schitt’s Creek for the 3rd time, but while doing so, it made me miss my mom.
Because in SO many ways, my mom was Moira Rose.
I love Catherine O’Hara in everything I see her in. She’s the GOAT of women’s comedy in many ways. She’s natural, she’s herself, she’s hysterical, she’s got thespian style talent. She can sing, and she has captured my attention since I was in elementary school, when SCTV would air late at night.
As soon as the TVs were thrown out the window, I was supposed to be in bed.
But then, decades later, after Beetlejuice, Best in Show, Home Alone, and Surviving Christmas, she became Moira Rose.
And her character startled me.
From episode one, I began yelling at the TV to no one but the cats, “Oh my God, that’s mom!”
My mom’s fashion sense was on point. And in her final decade or so, black and white was her signature palette.
Blonde hair and blue eyes. If she was pissed, those eyes could bore a hole through your face and out the other side of your skull.
