Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Pee'd off. (not really)

First, I'm sorry for my absence from my usual presence in the blogging world. Between work, Fabian's death, then my grandfather's death, and then just apathy... I haven't felt the urge. But my wheels started turning around 10:15pm tonight. I took a sleeping pill around 9:30pm, and I'm hoping I can push out this blog in a funny and fast fashion before my chemically induced comma kicks in.

So, here goes. It seems that I have a plethora of pregnant Facebook friends. I mean seriously. I can think of 6 without trying. And that doesn't even include the number of Facebook friends that have already had their children. I believe it is obvious that the original college generation of facebook users has passed into the next stage of adulthood: child bearing.

While all these pregnant friends have been sharing the news of their soon-to-be additions to the family, I have noticed a weird trend. And by weird I mean "interesting and unique, but also kind of gross". They've been announcing their pregnancy by posting pictures of their pregnancy test confirmation.

Now, don't get me wrong. I am NOT hassling their pregnancy nor the method they have chosen to share the awesome news. I just find it... odd. Babies are a big deal. BIG deal. So I can understand everyone wanting to share the news in their own way with a personal flare or different twist. One friend proclaimed the sex of her baby by posting her pink fingernails. This was cute. It's also an appropriate way to share the news in actual public, like face-to-face.

Because I try to liken Facebook to the real world (which it's not, it's an internet based media for social networking... not the office water cooler), I just thought it would be weird to show your family or friends your actual pregnancy test in person to share the big news. Ya know? If you wouldn't do it in the real world, you shouldn't do it on Facebook. Vice versa. Although, apparently just posting a picture of it removes the ick-factor, but I don't buy it. I mean, my main beef is that it was peed on. PEED on. I can't help but think... that was really close to your who-ha and now there's a picture of it on Facebook.

And actually, I know this shouldn't be a big deal. Urine is actually very sterile when it first leaves the body. But nerd facts aside, it's still a bodily excretion. Possibly this is something you become immune to during marriage, you know... bathroom stuff and bodily fluids. You've had sex, pooped with the bathroom door open, and puked your guts out with your partner holding back your hair, so your like "Pee? - What-evs." You've passed the bounds of propriety into who-gives-a-shit. But I'm still squimish enough that I think those things should be kept private. Plus... it's really hard to ignore for me. I don't see "It's a baby!" I see, "you peed on that... and now it's on facebook?"

Maybe I'm the odd one out.

But let's put it this way... the only things that I can put in the same category of "Things I've Peed On that I Would Share On Facebook" is when boys spell their name in snow with their own yellow ink. And that's actually super impressive. I can't do it (though I haven't tried). So unless I became a really good squatter with flexible hips and my name was just a singular letter "O", I don't see anyone accomplishing that feat without a biological water pistol in their pants. And besides being able to declare male dominance over a snow mound, I honestly cannot think of a single other thing that I would be proud to share that I have peed on. That tree? No. That corner of the parking lot? No. My pants? Hell no. But maybe this is women's way of adding ourselves to a category originally dominated by men. We can be proud to pee on something and it actually be impressive. I've created life! HA! See what I peed on to prove I am gravid with a future human?!?!? I am awesome! Your yellow signature in the snow is puny compared to my uterus!

So yeah, I don't know. Maybe it's just me, but I find it oddly different. But more power to the women who can pee and be free, but it's just not for me.

I rhymed. hehe.


1 comments:

Deborah said...

"So unless I became a really good squatter with flexible hips and my name was just a singular letter "O""

You are hilarious!! I laughed out loud.