Tuesday, January 3, 2023

Turning pages, and getting back to the home position


Also, as a bonus paragraph, a few more linguistic quirks of aging. I know when typing I used to look down every time I returned my hands to the home position. I thought the little bumps on the "f" and "j" that help you determine this by feel were curiosities that I didn't feel the need for. Now, I can't imagine doing without them! It's hard to remember the sort of mental energy and focus that made looking down and back up so trivial


Another quirk has to do with page-turning. Naturally we've all had the problem of turning the page in a book but being unsure if you managed to get two pages instead of just one. Until recent years, I could easily resolve this by feel. But more and more lately, my solution to this problem is to look at the page number I am turning from and the page number that shows up after my tentative page flip. If it is one or two higher, I'm fine. If it is three or four, I'm not so fine. This would have seemed ridiculous to me before the age of 50, I believe. It's handiest when I am pretty sure I've only turned one page, since if it was two I have to separate them anyway.




My father, sex, and natural childbirth


My father taught a course at the University of New Hampshire from roughly 1960 to 1980 called "Human Reproductive Biology". He found in 1960 that students at UNH were woefully uninformed on this subject. Times being what they were, this was a controversial step. Sex should be taught in the home, not as an elective at the university! His connection with the subject was that he was a professor in the zoology department who did research in endocrinology (with frogs mostly, I believe). The course met a science distribution requirement, for the first several years. As you can imagine, this was a very popular course! (I like to think my father's teaching was appealing as well as the subject matter.) At its peak, his lectures were shown by closed-circuit TV in a total of three lecture halls, and he had roughly 2,000 students enrolled. Apparently it also came to include "drugs", meaning recreational drugs, which was another subject of immediate practical interest to students.


My father was a self-effacing man who sought to avoid conflict, but this was an area where he was willing to take some heat. Later a woman was charged with indecent exposure for walking naked through town (with, I believe, a plastic replica of a penis worn as a pendant). Against the advice of legal counsel, he volunteered to testify that in the course of walking, a woman was not exposing any sex organs. Why she was doing this is something that eluded me then, as it does now.


Anyway, the reason for bringing this up has to do with natural childbirth. At some point a group of female students encouraged my father to show a film on natural childbirth, and it showed a woman showing considerable distress while in labor. He declined to include it in the course, saying that he thought if women had to see that they'd never have children! This was probably a common view for its time.


I have the modern view, in most respects. Women should be fully informed about natural childbirth and other options, and choose for themselves what they want. No opinion of mine should influence what any woman decides to do. However, if I imagine myself as a woman planning for labor, I would not be inclined to choose that option. Without intervention, labor is extremely painful. Why would one choose to go through that? Many causes of death involve increasing pain towards the end. Are there people who choose to forego painkillers because they want it to be natural? I suppose there are a few somewhere, but I doubt they are anywhere near as common as those who choose natural childbirth.


I can see that being awake during the event, as opposed to the general anesthesia that I believe was common at one time, would definitely have an appeal. But I believe that all methods where you stay awake do involve a considerable amount of discomfort anyway. Does someone really need the whole nine yards? It's not for me to say, but that's my take on the issue.