Articles from Slate and The New York Times about how pregnant women can’t/won’t eat anything.
(Disclaimer: currently eating for one.)
Am I nuts for thinking that maybe this is why we see so many allergies in kids now?
Last year, a co-worker’s baby shower was at a sushi restaurant. But she didn’t eat anything, because OMG, raw fish. (How does Japan keep producing healthy babies?! Don’t these women know what they’re doing to their babies?!)
This summer I was at the deli counter at the Jenifer Street Market (neighborhood, but definitely upscale). It was busy. They had a little dish of centimeter-sized cheese samples. A woman went up to the counter, grabbed a toothpick, and flagged down a worker. In a tone that was all, “I’m pregnant, and special, and you. are. so. not.” asked, “Is this pasteurized? Because I’m pregnant.” The worker didn’t know, had to find someone else, then they had to hunt down the cheese label, because she really needed that itty-bitty fucking cheese cube. Ah, but they couldn’t find the answer, so she left it — without buying anything. And left ten people fuming in line.
While I’m certainly not planning on the Manhattans-and-Marlboros Diet that my maternal grandmother preferred, I WILL BE EATING CHEESE. I will be eating EGGS. I will have a cup of coffee. If I can stomach it, sushi, too. Maybe even a wee nip of wine or Guinness once a week. I hate peanut butter, but maybe I’ll eat some anyway, just to toughen up the lil’ sprog. This assumes, of course, that morningall-day sickness ever goes away and I manage to eat once in nine months.
Jesus, the French and the Japanese are OK… and if you can’t handle CHEESE, maybe you’re NOT MY KID. (And while I’m on a food rant, if MSG is so bad, how come all of China isn’t one big fucking walking migrane?)
I wonder how this increased anxiety is tied to the way that so many new parents (in this class, let’s not forget that aspect) run right back to work…? Same with this whole antibacterial-everything freakfest, but that’s another rant (For god’s sake go outside and eat some dirt or something. Tighten up your panties, boy!)
I would love if some of the Cultural Studies people started writing about this…