The Importance of a Penis
By Karen Albright Lin
I married a Chinese man. It took two years
“They were fed and fed, only to be married off
for his family to accept the first blond woman into
with dowries into other families. Basically, girl
the clan. Then I got pregnant.
children were bad investments.”
The pressure was on. I was eating celery by
I thought of all the little girls sitting in orphan-
the crateful, an alkaline food. According to Chinese ages in China. Someday, the one-child policy will herbal lore, celery would tilt the chances in favor of
result in a thousand-to-one ratio of men to women.
giving birth to a boy.
Females will be in control, requiring dowries from
“Why does it matter?” I said to my hubby,
men who will walk ten steps behind them.
Wen. “I was the first born in my family and I’m interesting, productive, and important. It’s not as if
TWO nephews rolled on our wedding bed to double our chances of having a boy.
we need a rugged young man to go work the fields.”
“Don’t worry,” Wen reassured. “I’ll love the
He put on his imaginary scholarly cap, smiled, baby whether it’s a boy or a girl.” and cleared his throat. “Traditionally, girls were
I knew that was true.
considered as good to raise as geese.” My jaw dropped.
“We could always try again for a boy.” He should have stopped while he was ahead.