I've moaned on here before about my parents and siblings. They thrive on negativity, affluenza-type consumerism, and inanity. They are terribly nice social people (chattering classes) who are behind the scenes a seething mix of ineffectual whining hippie-ness, absence of credibility, narcissim, controlling freakery and victorian prudery/perviness.
Increasingly I am trying to see them as people who live in a very different society, with very different interests, values etc. I'm trying to create distance between myself and them so that I don't engage with them and spend my life getting angry over things i can't change.
Please tell me your stories of having moved far from the family home/ culture, and how you relate successfully (without having to engage much) to the parents who don't really understand what you're on about.
(This is faintly depressing since my job is basically identical to my father's and not too far from those of my mother, DSis, BIL, SIL etc., so it really is a huge effort not to want to SCREAM whenever they say something plainly idiotic).