So. i need more work, so i don't sit at home and mope whenever i'm not in the flowershop. was whining bout this to my mother, and she said she needs an extra secretary to answer the phone and make appointments at her and her husband's business, baby preview. And so the phones are supposed to start forwarding to my cell, and lo, the internet is a marvelous thing that i can pretend i'm in an office in reading when i'm really sewing bags in chicago (except right now. right now i have no bags. i only have my 1950's cherry sundress).
And i have a postcard right in front of me with the packages they offer, and at the very top it says "2D gender determination package." As i tell my mom whenever we talk about this typo, "wow! cool! who knew modern technology could tell gender! does it show whether they're playing will dollies or trucks in there? or just if they'll prefer pants or skirts?" She says stephanie (the real secretary)doesn't think saying sex is appropriate and always substitutes gender. which i guess, if you're going to be that euphamistic, makes sense- we wouldn't want to actually look at a baby's genitals to determine its sex! that's not nice! the whole thing gives mom a headache, and she says she gets so nervous about using the appropriate term she just asks if the parents want to know if it's a girl or a boy.
it's really important to people. i guess they want to make sure all their gender branding starts early. not that the likelyhood of the sex and gender not matching up is all that high. i have to remember, this is reading, PA, not the wide world of cultural antropology.
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