Stupid Student Sexism, Exhibit B

OK, all y'all--I've got another one for you.

Dear Prof Snarky,

I and [sic] writing to you today with a request that I was told only you can fulfill. [Insert long, boring request for a major exception to a departmental policy here.]

Thank you for taking the time to read this, I know how busy you are, not to mention that baby in your belly that is always on your mind! I will see you in class tomorrow and hopefully I can talk to you about this in person. Thanks again

sincerely
Entitled Eric

Now, you might be shaking your heads slowly, surprised that a student would put such assumptions in writing like this. But you know what?

He was SO. RIGHT.

When I was pregnant, I didn't do anything but think about the bundle of joy that was coming. Not one single thing!

I was just waiting for my life to turn into one big slow-motion, soft-glow shot, full of babies and puppies and whiskers on kittens.

Wheeeee! It was going to be like five hundred Christmasses, and I was FINALLY going to get my own Red Rider BB Gun!!!1!

So obvs, working towards tenure and promotion by teaching, doing service, and publishing out the wazoo were totally the LAST things on my mind.

Unfortunately for Eric, when he tried to talk to me about this in person, it was *tsk* just what he expected. All I could discuss was crocheting little white booties (aww,,,sooooo tiny!!!!!), and how incredibly STRONG my nesting instinct was.

Of course, that nesting instinct had gotten me in cleaning mode. It forced me to throw away ALL the files that I'd have needed to fulfill his totally reasonable, not-at-all inappropriate request. (Oopsie! My bad!)

I am also pretty sure I kept a big, overflowing bucket of pickles with ice cream in hand that whole class, and slurped unapologetically throughout our conversation.

(Hey, don't judge--the baby LIKED it. Mmmm-mmmm good!)