And so it begins... :: 09:49 PM :: easyjetsetter

I don't believe in the biological clock. But I can understand having one's patience and and will eroded by the irrepressible force of one's mother's opinion. Verbatim conversation reported below.

Mum: "I'm very disappointed that you and your sisters don't have any hobbies."

Me: "Hobbies Mum? We all have hobbies - I like politics, jazz, comic books, sailing, cooking, (enter nice sister's name here) likes riding, cats, the music business, (enter evil sister's name here) likes fascism, skiing and psychological torture - what do you mean?"

Mum: "Well, you know, outdoorsy ones"

Me: "You mean like sailing and riding and skiing?"

Mum: "Well, more that none of you seem to have people to do those things with"

Me "You mean people? Or people with Y chromosomes?"

Mum "Don't be silly dear. But yes."

Me "So by hobbies, you mean boyfriends?"

Mum "Of course not. But your father would love a grandson."

I'd like to ask just one question (other than where can I find a good hysterectomist?): what prompts my mother to consider boyfriends "outdoorsy" hobbies? Actually, I don't want to think about that.