There are certain things you would think are common knowledge in our society; reality tv is not real, the Patriots are a bunch of cheaters, and you don’t ever ask a woman if she’s pregnant. Never.

I once ran into an old friend at a bar while celebrating a mutual friends birthday. Looking at her, she was still a petite girl but was rocking a round belly. I ignored that shit. She looked pregnant, but I wasn’t taking the chance that she didn’t just have some insane amount of belly bloat that night. I let her tell me. Sure it was awkward as I danced around the topic in conversation, but it’s way less awkward than asking someone if they’re pregnant when they are not.

Unfortunately, not everyone is as socially savvy as I am,  and I’ve recently been asked twice if I’m pregnant. Once by a good friend and once by a client. I can’t figure which is more insulting, so right now we’ll say they are equally on the shit list I have running in my head. Continue reading →