Tonight, Private Practice peripherally touched on the intersex issue. An intersex baby is born, and the parents choose to have a gender assignment surgery. [Of course, Addison, who always makes the right decision – for other people, shows them the light in her refusal to do the surgery.]
It reminded me of a story I read over the holidays.
The day the Joneses brought their baby home, lots of friends and relatives came over to see it. None of them knew about the secret Xperiment, though. So the first thing they asked was what kind of a baby X was. When the Joneses smiled and said, “It’s an X!” nobody knew what to say. They couldn’t say, “Look at her cute little dimples!” And they couldn’t say, “Look at his husky little biceps!” And they couldn’t even say just plain “kitchy-coo.” In fact, they all thought the Joneses were playing some kind of rude joke.
But, of course, the Joneses were not joking. “It’s an X” was absolutely all they would say. And that made the friends and relatives very angry. The relatives all felt embarrassed about having an X in the family. “People will think there’s something wrong with it!” some of them whispered. “There is something wrong with it!” others whispered back.
“Nonsense!” the Joneses told them all cheerfully. “What could possibly be wrong with this perfectly adorable X?”
Nobody could answer that, except Baby X, who had just finished its bottle. Baby X’s answer was a loud, satisfied burp.
Clearly, nothing at all was wrong.
I highly recommend reading the entire story. I’d like to follow the Jones’ example if/when I have a child.