Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Last time I checked, it wasn't 1955
I took yesterday off to relax and do a bit of self-spoiling. I am not the girly type and I don't do a lot of pampering, but a manicure and pedicure were a treat I thought my feet and hands deserved after several days of moving, packing, loading, unloading, and being on said feet nearly nine hours nonstop Sunday. (OK, I did sit down for three minutes to sneak in a sandwich.)
Silly me - I entered the land of GIRL. There was a rather chatty middle-aged woman getting her nails done with pink (I opted for clear, the least girly shade possible - and turquoise toes)sitting across from me.
The manicurist asked me a couple of questions to make small talk. Did I have any kids? Because she saw a wedding ring.
Me: "No, no kids. How about you?"
Her: "Yes, I have a son who is four."
Me: "That's a cute age."
Her: "Do you think you will have kids someday?"
Me: "No, I have my hands full with a husband and two cats and my job."
You would have thought I had pulled the needle across a record and brought it to a screeching stop.
Woman next to me: "Oh, don't say that - you might change your mind one day."
Me: "People have been telling me that since I was five years old."
She: "And how old are you now?"
She and the manicurist: "Oh, you look really young!"
Note to readers: this is the only reason I did not launch into a really nasty diatribe, because they both went on and on...Never? How did I know? Was I sure? Why didn't I want any?
HELLO! Had Mr. RK been in a similar situation (ok, not getting his toenails painted, but you get the idea), do you think that conversation would have taken place?
This is 2009, not 1955, and I am not Donna Reed. I was born without that gene.
Does everyone with a uterus have to reproduce? Hell no!
I am just not the maternal type. If people want to have kids and love them up that is just great! If I wanted kids I would go to adopt anyhow, because there are so many kids who want loving homes. I enjoy (some) other peoples' children. I have just not ever wanted to be a parent.
Can you imagine the flip side of a conversation like that, if someone expressed the desire to have children? Would there be such a talking down or interrogation? "Why do you want them? Why? Are you sure you won't change your mind? Really!"
Stay out of my uterus, ladies.
Perhaps I should come up with more clever responses (as opposed to the truth) next time.
"I actually have a phobia of penises, so it wouldn't be possible."
"Sniff. Actually, I had sex with an alien and my uterus exploded, so I'm sterile."
"I'm married to a Republican, and I don't think they should breed."
Any other suggestions?