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My WTF moment of the week: out of the blue, my father says, "You should learn Arabic. Then you could work for the FBI." First, I have no interest in Arabic. None. Second, when did I ever show interest in working for the FBI? Come to think of it, working for the FBI is on my list of chosen professions, right above teaching and right below astral physicist. I really shouldn't be surprised as most of my extended family has had "a word" with me about "needing something besides an English degree" and "having a plan to fall back on."
Speaking of teaching, my father has urged me in that direction on more than one occasion. Every time I point out how little interest it holds for me, he says something like, "It's not like high school. You don't have to baby-sit, just give the assignment and grade the papers and tests." And teaching? "You don't really have to worry about that." (Pause for dramatic effect.) I've tried to point out that English isn't just sitting down and memorizing a bunch of facts like science, but I don't think he's caught on yet.
Though I do love my sister sharing all sorts of cool factoids with me. Like this one: My blood is positive for the Rh factor, which is apparently rare-ish compared to being negative, so there's a good chance that my hypothetical babydaddy will be negative. If he is, there's a fifty-fifty chance that the kid's blood is negative as well and if it is and I miscarry, have a stillbirth, abortion or give birth, that's pretty much it. My body would pretty much attack another fetus with negative blood.
Now, this is a pretty round-about way to explain my childfree-ness, but I like the thought of explaining to any you-must-have-a-baaaaaaaby types that their god (blanket statement I know) made me so that my body kills foeti. It makes me feel kind of tingly inside.
Speaking of teaching, my father has urged me in that direction on more than one occasion. Every time I point out how little interest it holds for me, he says something like, "It's not like high school. You don't have to baby-sit, just give the assignment and grade the papers and tests." And teaching? "You don't really have to worry about that." (Pause for dramatic effect.) I've tried to point out that English isn't just sitting down and memorizing a bunch of facts like science, but I don't think he's caught on yet.
Though I do love my sister sharing all sorts of cool factoids with me. Like this one: My blood is positive for the Rh factor, which is apparently rare-ish compared to being negative, so there's a good chance that my hypothetical babydaddy will be negative. If he is, there's a fifty-fifty chance that the kid's blood is negative as well and if it is and I miscarry, have a stillbirth, abortion or give birth, that's pretty much it. My body would pretty much attack another fetus with negative blood.
Now, this is a pretty round-about way to explain my childfree-ness, but I like the thought of explaining to any you-must-have-a-baaaaaaaby types that their god (blanket statement I know) made me so that my body kills foeti. It makes me feel kind of tingly inside.