India


Continuing with the grouchy theme. I’m a little tired of dealing with ethnocentric people. Given that I live in a small town, there’s a lot of them. The only thing more annoying than the people who refuse to even contemplate that there is life outside the United States, are those who have some inkling of it, and presume that now they know it all and can tell you all about it. Usually I tend to give people a lot of leeway and make excuses for them, especially if I know that it’s just ignorance and not intentional. But lately, the ignorance has begun to really grate on me and I find myself being a little short. There are a couple of older men in my department who consider themselves very knowledgeable about India because they have read a few articles. Oh and a few have spent a month or two in India, which naturally, makes them experts. We have these ridiculous conversations about my upcoming wedding because they want to talk about the ‘crazy circus’ that is the Indian Wedding. I’ll be the first to admit that they can get a little out of hand, but I refuse to go along with ‘Hyuk, Hyuk, what a ridiculous set of ceremonies’ conversations. Which leads to a lot of awkward silences. And I am ashamed to say that I have often resorted to using The ToneTM. You know, the one where you remove all hint of inflection, emotion, or anything that would even remotely suggest that the words are being spoken by a human being; thus allowing the true subtext ( YOU ARE ACTING LIKE A COMPLETE IDIOT) to shine through.

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You know that’s going to be a book title someday… No, I didn’t come up with it – much as I would love to take the credit for it. Maybe it can be the slogan for a men’s movement – a man needs a woman like sperm need a rickshaw. Except in this case the sperm really did need the rickshaw. Oh wait!! Maybe it’s next summer’s B-movie hit. Can’t you just see Samuel Jackson yelling ‘ I’m sick of these m*%$#rF*&^%ing sperm on this m*%$#rF*&^%ing rickshaw!’ What? You want me to get to the point and actually tell you what I am blabbering about? Oh, all right, it’s from today’s Oprah show about infertility. A large part of the show was focused on a couple who were having trouble conceiving and used a woman in India as a surrogate. I got on the treadmill at the gym today just as Rachel Ray was giving way to Oprah and the headline ‘Wombs for Rent’ piqued my interest and there I was one hour later.

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