So I go to the coffee bar today, and he says, would you watch your own surgery? And I'm all, no WAY, are you crazy? And he's all, I've been asking people all morning and most women are like, yeah sure, or, what the heck, or I've done it. And most men are like, NO WAY, are you crazy?
And then he's all, I've concluded from my experiment here and from watching my mom raise four boys, that women are tougher than men. And I'm all, bite your tongue Nora, don't say anything reverse-sexist like well it took you long enough or tell me something I don't know. And the woman behind me in line says something along these lines with her out-loud voice. And he's all (to her) would YOU watch your own surgery? She's all, maybe, sure, why not. And he's all (to her) I can tell you are a mom.
Do all mothers like to watch their own surgeries? Did I not get the newsletter?
Am I not a card-carrying mother because I want to swoon just thinking about surgery?
And what's the deal with surgery, anyway? There's some veiled assumptions about c-sections in there, I suspect, that I'm not bright enough to grasp.