While the rest of the New York Times has been droning on about the 9-11 Commission, Bill Clinton and Michael Moore, a certain gentleman has been worrying about more pressing issues:
Some men swear cutting the umbilical cord is the greatest moment of their lives, though I’ve yet to meet one who bragged of biting it off. The more delicate fellows ask if it would be O.K. if they just hang back, maybe by the mother’s head, supplying ice chips and massage, then suddenly find themselves pressed into active duty. That happened to A. J. Jacobs, an editor at Esquire, when his first was born three months ago.
“The doctors want you to go right up to the front lines,” he said, still traumatized. “My advice is, when the ob-gyn says, ‘You’re going to want to see this,’ you probably aren’t going to want to see it.”
He goes on to talk about how the Stepford Wives remake is twisted because it inhabits, rather than plays on the fears of, a feminized future: “A far more chilling remake would been “The Stepford Husbands.” “
Aye, we males are so oppressed.
(note for the irony-impaired: I’m kidding.)
PS. Meanwhile Maureen Dowd, after last Sunday’s well-written but pointless article about Katharine Hepburn and Ronald Reagan mystifyingly titled ‘They Wore the Pants’, is now saying that Clinton’s Lewinsky affair, Osama’s 9-11 and Bush’s Iraq war were basically all driven by the same alpha-male instinct. I want some of what she’s been smoking.