Baby showers have always been a real mystery to me. For the most part, any kind of shower is a very heterosexual event filled with traditions and rituals that are nowhere to be found in the Lesbian Handbook. And the shower I attended last Sunday was no exception.
I knew I wasn't in Kansas anymore when I got out of my car and walked up to the house. All the straight girls were wearing dresses, heels and make up. I was in typical Sunday attire: capri jeans and a t-shirt. What's up with getting all dolled up for a baby shower, anyhow?
But I knew I was truly in a foreign land when the games began. There was the clothespin game and the guess how big around the pregnant woman is game. And then there was a game where labels were removed from several jars of baby food and you had to guess what type of food was in each jar. Some were orange, others were a sort of yellow, and then there were a few jars in varying shades of green.
I picked up one of the green ones and said, "Oh yeah, I remember my little brother projectile vomiting this one. I think it's either spinach or green beans." No one paid attention to me after that.
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Games at a baby shower? It was bad enough at a Tupperware party and I used to be able to judge the exact moment they were over before I put in an appearance.
I was fascinated by the baby registry on your last post. I don't think I've ever heard of one.
Hey Jahteh, we greedy, controlling Yanks not only feel entitled to gifts before weddings and births, we want to tell you exactly what to get us. Thus, the register.
As far as I'm concerned, the best gift for a baby is a copy of "Goodnight Moon", and the best gift for a new bride is, well...another bride.
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