XX Like Me

by doodaddy on July 9, 2009

I’ve been so long immersed in this female-dominated profession that I hardly notice when I’m being treated like just another one of the ladies. The only time I feel truly conscious of my gender (apart from the shorter lines at the bathroom) is when a dad — usually the non-stay-at-home counterpart to a mom friend of mine — cracks jokes conspiratorially about avoiding poopy diapers. (“Hee, hee, you know how we leave that to the womenfolk!”)

Today, again. A group of moms has gathered and we’re all chatting about various strategies of knife sharpening. A strong recommendation is made for a particular shop, where, we’re told, they were able to repair a badly broken cleaver.

“My husband whacked it into the butcher block so hard it broke the tip off. You know how guys are.”

Giggling all around, but not even a single apologetic look in my direction. Just as I like it.

It’s probably doing horrible things to my masculine psyche, but I’m immensely flattered when no one notices my Y chromosome.

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in pride,surrounded by mommies ·

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Keith Wilcox July 9, 2009 at 6:26 pm

I have yet to experience not been singled out because I’m a stay at home dad. I still get the “what are you doing here” or “you must definitely not know what you’re doing” looks no matter what. Maybe some day… 🙂


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