Goodbye Testicles

My wife loves the Gilmore Girls. It’s been a topic in our relationship of constant ridicule on my part. They speak fast, everything seems so contrived and it’s very, VERY feminine. But because she likes it when I’m in the same room with her, even if we aren’t talking, I have been in the room as she watched her GG DVDs, trying to read or when we had a laptop, surfing the web.

I had no interest at all in the show.

But after a while of it being on and me being in the same room… I started watching it.

Oh god, I started WATCHING IT!

It was all over after that. I watched from whatever disc number it was until the end of the first season and then I took the other DVDs and started watching it from the beginning.

WHY?!

Because I needed to! I needed to watch the whole story.

Oh man, I’m a goner.

But as if this wasn’t bad enough, last night I was eating chips and salsa in bed watching an episode and the image of me in bed, tucked in under the covers, eating salty snacks and watching the Gilmore Girls made the chip stop mid-way to mouth.

Oh god.

I’m a woman.

I asked my wife about it and she said I definitely wasn’t striking a manly pose.

This does absolutely nothing to calm my doubts about being able to raise a son to be a man in this world (Kim thinks Peanut is a boy). But I guess that’s a blog for another day.