03 Sep 2010 Comments Off
In the Guardian this snappy headline, “The New Kind of Sex Party Sweeping the US” appeared. Obviously I had to read it. Obviously.
Apparently the new thing is to invite all your mates over for a party where you will then announce the sex of your baby.
Apparently this is starting to sweep the UK (not with a broom, mind, but like a bona fide phenomenon).
Really? I don’t see that happening. Just look at the conclusion to that article. He wants to ban costume parties and baby showers too. The British are not fans of dressing up or baby showers. Well, not the ones I know. I am aware that I don’t know a huge percentage of the British population, but all the ones I’ve met have looked nervous and faintly hunted when I’ve suggested a baby shower.
It’s very different in SA. A baby shower is, well, normal. I’m not sure if it happens for the second baby, but definitely the first. Anyway, I am wandering off the point.
So, I really do not see a “find out the sex of the baby” party taking off over here. I can already hear the conversation. “You invited me here to WHAT?”
My personal favourite is the story about getting a mate to make a cake with the icing in the gender appropriate colour (not so sure about a blue cake, but anyway) and everybody waiting in breathless anticipation for the first slice to ooze out and reveal all.
In the UK all I can picture is my trying to cut the cake while simultaneously sorting out the beer and trying to get everyone off the Xbox long enough to just look at the damn cake.
And what happens if your mate is a crappy cook and gets the colour wrong?
Although, as I said, this could just be my friends.
If I have another (and if I have my way, I will) I am SO going to hold this party just for the shock value. I wonder what design I’ll put on the invites?