Speaking of assvice...

The radio show I listen to spent the entire morning talking about the female co-host’s break-up with her boyfriend. It must have happened at the end of last week or over the weekend.

If there’s anything worse than going through a break-up, it’s discussing your (lack of) love life with an entire city full of listeners.

I finally had to switch stations because listeners were being encouraged to call in with words of “support” for the newly single DJ. I used to think infertile women had to put up with the majority of the general public’s assvice. I was wrong: Someone who has just been dumped has to deal with much worse shit. Oh, the platitudes! “You’re so much better off without him.” “You’re going to meet someone nice soon, you just wait and see.” “It will happen for you, I promise!” Kudos to the DJ for admitting that she didn’t want to hear any platitudes, because how did they know it was going to be OK? I felt so bad for her that she had to just sit back and listen to all that assvice. Just let the woman mourn, for God’s sake! I think that ultimately the fault lies with whomever decided to make this woman’s break-up the topic of the show for the day. She’s a human being, and she has feelings, too. Work is supposed to help you push aside your troubles; not dwell on them.

I can just see it now: A radio talk show hostess suffering from IF goes through yet another failed cycle, and she has to sit there and smile while every single listener calls in with suggestions like, “Did you know you’re supposed to have sex every other day if you want to conceive? Try it—it works! You’ll be pregnant in no time!”