The following program may contain explicit language.

It's Tuesday, September 8, 2020 from Slate, it's the justime, Mike Pasca.

California is beset by wildfires, 2.2 million acres burned hundreds of small fires,

at least 23 of what the National Interagency Fire Center considers large fires.

That means at least 22 large fires had nothing to do with a superfluous celebration

of chromosomeic pairs, but at least one did, as Reuters reported.

Officials in California are saying that a wildfire there may have been sparked by a gender reveal

party for a new baby that went to rye. Well not a new baby if you have a new baby on your hands,

everyone can just see the gender, blowing shit up, will lack the usual wonder.

I get it, people call fetuses babies, that's fine it's cute. Then they think it's cute to have a

so-called gender reveal party. And I say so-called because gender is a constructure,

but also the so-called applies to the party part of it. Have you ever been to a gender reveal party?

Oh, let's spend the day pretending that we, the non-parents, are 1,000th as captivated by this question

as you the parents are. And then the parents who are hosting the party will spend most of their time

trying to wrangle with the suspicion. I don't know if everyone here is as into this as I am. Look,

expected parents. We honestly mean it when we say congratulations you're having a baby.

And we, though obliged as the follow up, but we honestly are interested when we ask,

do you know if it's a boy or a girl? And then when you say girl and we say, oh that's wonderful,

we mean that too. Of course, if you reround the tape and you were to say, oh it's a boy,

we'd say, oh that's wonderful. And we mean that also. So if you're thinking of basing an entire

social event around the differences between two opposite answers that actually prompt the same

exact response, you may wish to reconsider that event. Just dwell on the lack of tension there

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