It’s A Girl
See here for some astounding examples.
Which reminds me of a story — again, I’m a rabbi and everything reminds rabbis of a story — well, two stories, actually.
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In fulfillment of the requirements for Rabbinic Ordination at HUC-JIR, I was required to write a Rabbinic Thesis. My thesis advisor was a straight-shooting, grumpy, brilliant character. Giddy with the completion of my first chapter, Dr. P returned it with a single red circle.
I used spell-check, I lamely responded, rather humiliated.
Ms. Frummie, he said, spell-check will never correct ‘pubic library.’
Dr. P was right.
Upon learning the grade of tumour that had infiltrated MamaBear’s, z”l, brain, I send a text to a doctor-friend. She thought that congratuations were in order.
Because spell-check changed “glio” to “girl.”
it’s not a girl. It. The tumour. It is a glio. A glioblastoma. A 5 cm tumour in the posterior parietal lobe with some extension into the temporal lobe.
So not a girl.
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Caveat textor.
As a professor, I see all kinds of texting horrors.
Which are simultaneously hilarious.
And yet not.
In this case, I wish it had been a girl.
A glioblastoma does not sound like a bundle of joy.