One of my oldest friends is pregnant at the moment and it is so amazing to notice how one of the very first things people still ask is “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Every single movie I’ve ever seen featuring a birth has the doctor, the midwife, the partner, or a shocked bystander shouting “It’s a boy!” or “It’s a girl!” and it’s almost as if the wee one does not really get to exist before that moment. We are called into one of only two kinds of existence with a whole set of clearly defined expectations attached to each by a random.
Frightening stuff indeed.
And since many of us reading and writing for this great site here know, if we try to be our own unique little snowflake and mess (even just a little) with these expectations we get punished…
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