By which I do not mean the variety that involves a romantic interlude. I mean like party showers. Those occasions for giving gifts for wedding or babies. Hubs and I have to go out of town today to attend a couple’s baby shower. He is not what you could call pleased with this, as the last thing he wants to do on a Saturday (or any other time, really) is go to a shower. For anything, for anybody.
I don’t blame him.
This modern trend toward having couples showers just seems utterly BIZARRE to me. A wedding shower that might involve the giving of tools…okay. Weddings really are about a couple, so that seems not totally out of the ballpark, I guess. And if you had cool hosts who made a real party out of it, then okay, I can see that.
But baby showers? Seriously? They are inherently female affairs and this whole trend toward gender equality and including the menfolk is, in my opinion, really just cruel to the men. No man, not the father-to-be, not his friends, wants to go to a baby shower. They don’t really care about diapers or cute baby clothes or bath toys or any of the other accouterments that one acquire at baby showers–at least not beyond the “Hey awesome, we didn’t have to buy that.” They don’t want to play traditional shower games (actually, neither do I, but we have established I am not a baby kind of person) or eat cutsie little finger sandwiches that don’t actually constitute food.
So why has this become a thing? Hubs has made it known he does NOT want to be included in a shower when we get around to having a kid. More appropriate, probably, for the menfolk would be an It’s The End of the World As You Know It party–kind of like a bachelor party. Because kids change your life way more than getting married does. Yeah, I can totally get behind that. I’d like an It’s The End of the World As You Know It party too.
Possibly women with baby fever cannot understand the reluctance that might go along with these affairs. Most women are excited about babies and look forward to the whole thing. I see babies and toddlers as a necessary evil stage to get to the nice, verbal, potty trained 6 year olds that I actually find fun. I’m probably going to be more like Angelina Jolie’s character in Mr. and Mrs. Smith when they’re at that neighborhood party and one of the women just hands a baby to her and she’s holding it at arm’s length looking at it like What the heck am I supposed to do with this? Yes, I too would feel more comfortable handling an M15 than an infant…as evidenced by the fact that at a recent neighborhood party we attended, I was hanging with the men talking guns and trucks. Yeah, we already knew I’m not normal.