It's amazing how society takes its little twists and turns. When I was a kid, during the days when society was making an effort to pull the stick out of its ass, one of the big trends was for men to become involved in the woman's pregnancy-- going to classes, being present at delivery, perhaps even taking a hand in delivering the baby. This was a shocking thing. Old-school conservatives would deride such men as weak, silly, and unmanly. And now here we are, fifty years later, in the 21st century, and new-school progressives deride men who do the opposite of what Miss Chicken's ex-husband did as precious, twee, and pantsless.
another from those who don't like it.
Okay, I'm confused. Exactly what decade does this remind you of every morning, then?
Also, "Precious, Twee and Pantsless" would make a great title for an autobiography.
OH PLEASE
Here, have a shiny medal. It's the size of a watermelon, make sure you shove it up your ass for nine months and then push it out so we can take you seriously. Don't forget to vomit regularly.
Marry me, teacake?
Only if you will carry our spawn.