The first time I dated someone where someone important in their life didn’t like me was undergrad, and it was his mother. My friends and I called her “The Banshee,” and man, did she hate me. She was, at least in my memory, a little crazy. One of those mothers who see college girls as sluts all vying to “trap” her most favorite son.

‘Cause that’s why I went to college. Riiight…