I hope Dooce has a thicker skin than I do.
So let me be real with myself (and my 5 readers) for a minute.
Do I think I'm right?
Well of course I do.
Doesn't everyone think what they do is right?
Do I think other people are wrong?
Hmmmm. Now that is tricky. Because I truly do understand people have different circumstances, different needs, different desires, different personalities.
And so I don't think of them as being wrong necessarily, but I often simply cannot wrap my head around their choices. I just don't get it.
(Exception: That crazy church dude in Florida who is gonna burn the Quran. That is wrong and just plain stupid).
What I do strongly believe is that many, many people are misinformed or not informed enough. And maybe I believe this so strongly because I, again, simply can't wrap my head around people making certain choices if they had more information.
When I was pregnant with N, before we knew she was a girl, the ob asked if I would want the baby circumcised if it was a boy, and I said, "yes." Because isn't that what everyone does? My brother is circumcised, as is my husband. I never dated an uncut guy, so that was all I was familiar with.
But then I took a childbirth class and started learning about natural childbirth and whatever you want to call that movement of "letting things happen without human interference." And I started learning that in many, many cases, things will go along just fine if we leave nature alone to do its thing.
When I found out G was a boy, D and I did some basic research into the procedure and what the benefits are of circumcising. And we determined that in addition to being painful, it was unnecessary. D didn't care whether his boys looked just like him....I mean, they all have penises so who cares, right?
So in my own life, when I didn't know anything about circumcision (other than knowing that all the men in my life were cut), I was going to tow the line and do it too. But once I got some information, I drastically changed my opinion.
In the grand scheme of things, snipping off a little foreskin isn't a big deal. But haven't there been lots of things in society that were once considered "ok" or "not a big deal" that then become HUGE deals?
And so maybe I focus on these little things, but so what? Somebody has to.
Once my children grow up a bit and I'm not suckling a baby or looking at little boy penises all the livelong day during diaper changes, I won't have these topics on the brain. I'll move onto other "small issue" issues.
But I sure hope that when I die, if part of death is knowing all the answers to everything in life, I hope I find out that my boys get to experience extra awesome sex because their momma didn't snip 'em.