“I didn’t think you were the type to have an elective caesarean,” said an acquaintance when I told her of my plans.
Once I stopped choking on the judgment I got to wondering: What exactly is the ‘type’?
Is it the heartless ambitious career woman who has her PA schedule the birth of her child between client meetings? Or perhaps it’s the vain yummy-mummy who needs to plan around her pedicure and her plastic surgeon’s availability to give her a simultaneous ‘mummy tuck’? Or maybe some other cardboard cut-out mother who only exists in Hollywood scripts?
Whatever the cliché, the clear implication is that women who opt for a caesarean are immoral, lazy and self-indulgent and probably going to Hell.