{"id":1563,"date":"2020-09-12T09:39:53","date_gmt":"2020-09-12T15:39:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.planetmanuel.com\/dirk\/?p=1563"},"modified":"2020-09-12T11:36:31","modified_gmt":"2020-09-12T17:36:31","slug":"witat-gender-reveals","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.planetmanuel.com\/dirk\/witat-gender-reveals\/","title":{"rendered":"WITAT?: Gender Reveals"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Since moving to the U.S., I&#8217;ve learned that there are many things that Americans unnecessarily over-celebrate. From football players trotting on to the pitch at the start of a game (which is apparently deserving of smoke bombs, fireworks, and inflatable tunnels, even though they do this a couple of times a week during the season &#8211; and get paid a fuck-ton of money to do so), to high school graduations (&#8220;Well congratulations for managing do what 85% of the population does&#8230;and sure, let&#8217;s have a 4-hour ceremony to celebrate it!&#8221;) &#8211; hell there are even kindergarten &#8216;graduations&#8217;. Draft picks&#8230;<em>nominations<\/em> for awards&#8230;there&#8217;s just no end to occasions deemed perfect for a&#8217;whoopin&#8217; and a&#8217;hollerin&#8217;.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"400\" height=\"346\" src=\"http:\/\/www.planetmanuel.com\/dirk\/images\/\/GenderReveal.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1566\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.planetmanuel.com\/dirk\/images\/GenderReveal.jpg 400w, http:\/\/www.planetmanuel.com\/dirk\/images\/GenderReveal-300x260.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>But the thing I find hardest to comprehend is the &#8216;gender reveal&#8217;.  For the uninformed (of whom I am truly jealous) this is where soon-to-be parents have this event where they formally announce whether they are expecting a boy or a girl. Yes, an <em>event<\/em>. A simple card, or a group text isn&#8217;t enough &#8211; it has to be <em>spectacular<\/em> &#8211; presumably so that it stands out from the other <em>3.79 million<\/em> births that take place in America annually.  Typically, this involves fireworks, pyrotechnics, pink or blue smoke bombs detonated in increasingly-imaginative ways&#8230;and occasionally <a href=\"https:\/\/www.cbsnews.com\/news\/gender-reveal-fire-party-california-wildfire\/\">deadly wildfires<\/a>. How is this a <em>thing<\/em>, now? And where do we go from here? Streaming parties for conception videos??  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Is the gender of your baby really that important that it has to be announced to the <em>world<\/em> (which is significantly more people than actually <em>care<\/em>) with maximum pomp and circumstance? Does the announcement really have to be filmed and posted to YouTube for maximum &#8216;Likes&#8217;? This should just be a private conversation between the prospective parents and close friends and family who <em>might<\/em> be interested. It should literally just be &#8220;Hey, we found out we&#8217;re having a boy&#8221;. &#8220;OK, cool.&#8221; and then you move on to discuss more consequential things, like whether a centaur would wear his pants on his back legs or front legs, or whether Captain Hook was secretly devastated that all the kids called him &#8220;Hook&#8217; behind his back because of his deformity, or anything else, really.     <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Look, I&#8217;m happy for you and hope your baby is healthy and happy, but tone it down a bit, eh? The gender of your baby is a 50:50 outcome that you literally have NO CHOICE over. So why are we celebrating it like you just won an Olympic gold medal? Again, I am happy for you, but whether you have a boy or girl has about as much impact on everyone else as me deciding where to grab dinner tonight&#8230;and you don&#8217;t see me setting off red, white, and green confetti cannons while sliding into view on a giant, inflatable breadstick just to announce that I&#8217;ve chosen Olive Garden. Again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Honestly, I didn&#8217;t even find out the gender of either of my first two children (boy, then girl, for all the difference it makes to you) until they popped out &#8211; it was a nice surprise, and a shared personal moment between us parents. (We only found out the gender of Three because we were moving [continent] before the due date, and wanted to know whether we could ditch the boy clothes or girl clothes we&#8217;d saved from the first two.) And I honestly don&#8217;t feel that I, the kids, or our close friends and family missed out on anything by not knowing beforehand. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>No-one in their right mind should be happier with or disappointed by your announcement of a boy versus a girl. Certainly not the parents who will love the child regardless, and if anyone else feels strongly either way, fuck &#8217;em. You don&#8217;t need that kind of conditionality in your (or your baby&#8217;s) life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So yay to you for getting pregnant, and I hope everything goes well, and your baby is born beautiful and healthy, with ten fingers and ten toes, and is loved. Let me know what you end up having so I can get it an appropriate gift, but don&#8217;t feel you need to make a big song and dance about announcing the gender before then. And if you do, don&#8217;t invite me to come watch. Besides, I&#8217;m too busy trying to decide the best way to reveal my choice of underwear for today &#8211; currently choosing between plaid boxers and black briefs. Follow me on Insta to see which I go with!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Since moving to the U.S., I&#8217;ve learned that there are many things that Americans unnecessarily over-celebrate. 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