In The Philippines visiting new housing development sites for the poor a few weeks ago. During one of the days, we went to see a village decimated by the volcanic eruption of Mount Mayon.
As we returned from visiting the abandoned church, my flat-bellied friend (let’s call him “Kevin,” since that’s his name and I see no need to protect him from embarrassment) turned to the female project director we were walking with and asked, “Do you have any children?”
“No, not yet,” she replied.
Then, patting his own belly but looking at hers, he said, “Is that what this is?”
I enjoy traveling with Kevin. He makes the gaffes; we get the laughs. But you’ve got to feel bad for the poor woman. Is there ANY culture around the world where a woman would appreciate this?