I’ve always found gender reveal parties creepy. Of course, I’m old enough to remember when waiting until the baby was born to discover its sex (do gender reveal parties reveal social construct?) was part of the “fun” of new parenthood. Gender reveal parties sound like an excuse to prove that you had sex with somebody. or in some cases a high tech turkey baster. But that’s just me.
While these parties are bad enough for bios, I learned today that they are also a thing for PAPs. Continue Reading →