My Grandma

Whatever happened to Grandmas? I only ask because I grew up with books and movies that gave me the idea that Grandmas were soft, grey-haired women of advanced years. They were too busy baking pies and knitting sweaters to follow fashion. They oozed maternal love and bragged about their grandkids to other old ladies.
 
But the fact is I have never actually seen a Grandma who fits that description.
 
Hollywood Grandmas are a different breed – they are High Maintenance. My Grandma Ellen is a perfect example of this, from her botoxed brow to the tips of her perfectly-manicured nails. Her actual age is a secret known only to her and the government.  She dates men younger than my Mom and wears the kinds of clothes that even a pop-princess would find challenging.
 
Grandma Ellen has never baked a pie in her entire life. And I don’t remember her ever reading me a bedtime story. But I’m not complaining really. Ellen is pretty cool. She listens to me and she regularly reminds Mom to stop treating me like a kid.
 
But still I can’t help thinking, whatever happened to Grandmas?