Parents who want their kids to make them proud-and who doesn’t?-are statistically better off having daughters. Silverman’s tasteless joke has a frighteningly clear underlying logic. Young men as a group are struggling mightily in our day and age. Who could witness that, and feel sorry? Life doesn’t get much richer. They might just be sitting around laughing at one another’s dumb jokes. The boys might be throwing a football, or fishing off our dock. Some days, when I’m writing or working on dinner, I’ll break off for a few minutes, and step out on the back deck. All five of them were born within nine years, so they’re truly growing up together, and their schoolteachers comment on what a tight-knit bunch they are. Already our conversations are vastly more interesting than most of the classroom discussions I remember from my days as a college professor. My eldest sons are just reaching their teens. I am very conscious of the tremendous honor and obligation of being, at least for the present, the defining female presence in the lives of six males. Little girls are delightful, but I love my band of brothers. That’s not really so far wrong, but I don’t mind. This poor woman! Will she ever “get her girl”? They probably had a mental picture of me buried in fire trucks and plastic soldiers, while baseballs crashed through my windows. I’ve made the “it’s a boy” announcement five times some people just can’t resist offering their condolences. I’ve never heard these words in the delivery room, but the sentiment is familiar. Handing the baby to the mother, she glances down and sees the sex.
Silverman, still talking to Handler, is delivering a baby in an underground bunker. Chelsea Handler and Sarah Silverman are competing with one another, trying to use their cell phones in preposterous places. It may have been the worst Super Bowl commercial ever.
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