One of my personal heroes, Dave Barry, began his career as a humorist by writing a column about his wife's pregnancy and the eventual birth of his son. Even though it's his first ever column, it still reads like vintage Barry- witty, self-deprecating, deceptively insightful. In one of the funnier segments he describes the childbirth class he and his wife attended, specifically the graphic videos of women actually giving birth that they were forced to watch. He hastens to add that he can't give many specific details about the videos, since during them he had to go out to the hall twenty or thirty times to get a drink of water.
Well, Ann and I attended our first childbirth class tonight. And yes, they showed videos of actual women actually giving birth to actual babies. (So much for starting slow and ramping up to that.) But I, unlike Mr. Barry, decided to remain strong and support my wife by watching the entire thing without getting up once. That's just the kind of guy I am. So I did.
You may notice that one of us is a famous, highly respected and almost universally beloved journalist and author whose work has spawned a television show and a movie, with more on the way; and that one of us is stuck in corporate America writing movie reviews and blog posts on the side to keep his brain from atrophying. I'll leave it to you as to who makes better choices.
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