Dear Mom,
The other day, when your daughter-in-law was talking to us about the labor and delivery information she received, she kept saying "labor partner," because that's what it kept saying in the pamphlet. And you snorted and rolled your eyes at the pamphlet and said, "How politically correct!"
I bit my tongue. I bit it because a few months ago, you and I had a fight. You'd said that a girl marrying another girl was the same as a girl marrying a goat or a doorknob, and although usually I know that you and I have very different viewpoints and that fighting about them isn't going to change either of our minds, I didn't think a person should let that kind of comment slide even if it was made by the person's mother, and so I asked you to please say you were just exaggerating for effect and weren't truly unable to see a difference between a relationship with another human being versus a relationship with an inanimate object.
And you would not back down, and then we had one of the only fights of our entire lives, with you eventually pleading tearfully that you didn't mean you thought GAY PEOPLE wanted to marry doorknobs, and me giving up. And it took such a long time for things to be easy between us again, and in fact I still sometimes feel uncomfortable, and so I'm not planning to correct you ever again on anything to do with homosexuality, because I've discovered it doesn't end up doing anything good or positive, and all it does is lead to one of the most unpleasant situations we've ever gone through, and I don't want to do that again.
But by not correcting you, I've set up a bad loop in my head where I imagine you saying it in that sarcastic, scoffing voice, and then I rehearse a fantasy reply, and I work on my fantasy reply for half an hour and get all worked up about it and focused on it, so that when one of the children asks me to help him with his homework I snap at him because he is INTERRUPTING my IMAGINARY FIGHT with YOU. And so I will correct you here, where you never are and will never see it, but where I can type it out and feel better about it.
The pamphlets say "partner" because many women choose a mother or sister or cousin or friend as a labor partner. Maybe the father of the baby is in service overseas, or maybe he's dead, or maybe his job interferes with his ability to be there, or maybe he faints at the sight of blood, or maybe he's an invalid, or maybe he's a jerk who left her when he found out she was pregnant, or maybe he's married to someone else and so can't attend the birth, or maybe he doesn't even know he's the father, or maybe he could be any one of a number of different men she had one nighters with. The pamphlets say "partner" because a woman might not be married to the father of her baby. They say "partner" because the woman's husband might not be the biological father of the baby. They say "partner" because sometimes the woman in labor is a surrogate, and the labor partner is the woman who will be the mother of the baby.
They say "partner" because it's the only word that works for all the possible situations, and there are a LOT of possible situations. Including, yes, the situation where the woman is gay, and her labor partner is her wife or her girlfriend. Or where the woman is gay, and her labor partner is her mother or her friend, because her wife/girlfriend is in service overseas, or dead, or a fainter, or an invalid, or a jerk, or married to someone else, or WHATEVER.
So it isn't "partner" because it's "politically correct" in the sarcastic air quotes sense. It's because it's correct in the literal sense, and because it would be really awkward to have to write a list of all the possible options in every sentence: "You should also pack a snack for your husband or boyfriend or father of your baby or friend or mother or sister or cousin or other relative or wife or girlfriend or mother of your baby or lesbian life partner. Also, if your husband or boyfriend or father of your baby or friend or mother or sister or cousin or other relative or girlfriend or wife or lesbian life partner wants to join you in the birthing tub, he or she should bring a swimsuit." "Partner" is so much easier, and is also correct.
Let's save for our next imaginary discussion the term "business partner," and how that too is innocent of the OMG GAYNESS ALERT!! associations.
Love, Constance
I thought I was the only one who held raging imaginary brawls with people in my head.
ReplyDeleteI literally have to tell myself, "STOP STEWING".
Oh my. I'm so touched by this for some reason. Pregnancy? My lingering prop 8 sadness? Remembering your posts from the initial "doorknob" incident and how heart wrenching they were? Hard to say.
ReplyDeleteI love this post for its brilliance and for how perfectly you convey the frustration of having so much that needs to be said, yet knowing that saying it would do absolutely no good and might, in fact, make your head explode.
ReplyDeleteI get the distinct feeling that my boss and your mom have much in common. Including their perspective on *gasp* HOMOSEXUALITY. Which is awkward to say the least.
Even though you can't say all this to your mother, I love you for saying it here.
ReplyDeleteYeah, this one is tipping the scales on the side of AMAZING. I've always had an easier time communicating in writing, because of how emotional I get over certain topics and I really really hope that this allowed you to let go of some of the frustration you were feeling.
ReplyDeleteAlso - my mother was a complete idiot to me today; can you write her a letter for me?
Jesus christ, I am so relieved to know that I'm not the only one who sets up that all-consuming loop in her head. It drives me NUTS. After days (sometimes weeks) of it, I have to start actually saying "No" out loud to circumvent my brain from continuing the loop on and on and on.
ReplyDeleteOh the time I have spent arguing in my head. I remember when I was pregnant and signed up for a prepared childbirth class. My mom actually said "how stupid are people nowadays? In my day we didn't have to take a class" Yeah, still pisses me off. Thanks for making me feel less crazy.
ReplyDeleteWell, even though it won't happen in "real life" I'd say you win that fight. Hands down.
ReplyDeleteOnce again, Constance, you have hit the nail on the head.
ReplyDeleteOH, I completely feel your pain.
ReplyDeleteThis is just a suggestion. Completely ignore if you want :)
Could you have a conversation with your Mom about understanding that the two of you disagree on that subject and that you don't want to hurt each other by say things like that when you are together. You would not be asking her to change her opinion but to just not make you feel uncomfortable.
I hate disagreements with my mom. HATE them. We avoid them like the plague. But if she continues to hurt you by disregarding your opinions I'm afraid you will snap and then there will be a bigger fight. That at least is how it has happened with me and my mom.
OMG this is brilliant!
ReplyDeleteI also thought I was the only one with that negative loop. Okay, except maybe Meg Ryan in "You've Got Mail".
It's my mother-in-law I have a problem with. Want to write some letters for me?
Thanks for this post.
How does your SIL handle this? Just curious. :)
ReplyDeleteUgh, that sounds so frustrating. I'm sorry.
ReplyDeleteI recently got some shit from a friend for writing "happy holidays." She eyerollingly remarked at the PC-ness of it and didn't understand why I would bother. I bothered because I didn't want to wish my non- Christian friends a Merry Christmas, I wanted them to feel included which is what I think the term "partner" is, it is inclusive.
I hope at least in your imagination you have a very snappy comeback and your mom changes her mind and agrees with how correct you are, and apologizes.
SP- I really like that idea, and in fact that's similar to what my mom and I did after our last fight: we agreed to not get into it anymore. But one problem is she's SO IMMERSED in it, she doesn't think saying "how pc!" or "it's like marrying a doorknob" IS an uncomfortable thing to say. She thinks those are just little neutral remarks, little lighthearted jokes.
ReplyDeleteNowheymama- She just lets it roll off her, which is clearly what I should do too. My mom is assuming my SIL will agree, because my SIL is a Christian---but my SIL is a Christian who supports gay marriage. My SIL's parents are like my mom, though, so my SIL is used to it.
Tracy- OH I KNOW!! My mom objects to that, too! Like it's not okay to acknowledge that there are several different holidays being celebrated! Not only can SHE only celebrate one of them, but everyone else must also celebrate that same one, because all the others are FAKE holidays.
I think I might love you after reading this.
ReplyDeleteOh bravo!! Brilliantly stated. (i too have imaginary fights in my head. heh.)
ReplyDeleteI know when you wrote this you were pissed, but I have to admit I was chuckling my way through it. Because? WORD. Also, YOU WIN. Also? I don't EVER want to get into a disagreement with you because ZO.M.G. You have such a logical and non-offensive way of arguing. Love... As long as I'm on your side. ;)
ReplyDeleteI am SO RELIEVED to know that I am not the only who carries on arguments in my head LONG after the conflict has passed!
ReplyDeleteAlso, this is a brilliant explanation.
Great post. I wonder if this makes you feel better? I have those kinds of arguments in my head all the time, and I've never sat down to write it out. I'd probably spend less time writing it down than I do stewing senselessly about it.
ReplyDeleteI think it's brilliant to write it down. It forces you to think about it twice and hopefully, that's it! I say everything to my Mom and it's hard. We end up having a lot of arguments, especially during election season. She honestly does not see how calling someone, say, Ellen D.E.G.enerate isn't as hateful as any other slur. I chalk it up to age, and fear of the future, which she sees as spinning out of her control (not that it was ever under her control). I hate arguing but I'd hate to keep it in worse.
ReplyDeleteThe image of one of the kids interrupting your imaginary fight with your mother sent a wave of recognition through me.
ReplyDeleteI never really thought about it that way, but I TOTALLY SNAP on people when they interrupt my ruminations, whatever they're about.