Sarah Silverman’s character wants a baby on Masters of Sex. Betty, her girlfriend, counters: “No one’s going to hand over a baby to couple of middle-aged dykes.”
Oddly, this scene (plus, just living life the past year) caused me to realize that even though I’ve never wanted to have children, and would’ve pursued that option harder a decade ago if I did, that if I had ever met a man who was crazy gung ho on having them and crazy gung ho on me, I probably could’ve been convinced. Me, just me? No. But that influence was possible, I’m thinking, or at least from the present, stable 43-year-old viewpoint (which I didn’t have at 33). Now, it doesn’t matter.