I guess a woman gets to a certain age when her girlfriends become mothers. The same women that I danced until dawn with and the same women that I slept in tents with when we were only fifteen years old are the same women that now have an unlimited amount of insight on diapers.
I don't exaggerate. On an evening out with my maternal girlfriends, they spent fifteen minutes discussing, and at times, debating Huggies to Luvs to Pampers. I found myself in a rare instance where I have nothing to add to the topic. I just sat there and drank my beer. I didn't think I was being rude. I sat there, looked at the friends having this discussion, and finally, I added, "This cannot go on. Not that I am not interested in diapers, but we can find something else to talk about." They all laughed and agreed that we could find something more to discuss.
I think I might have been rude, but with lifelong friends, I think you can be a little rude. We moved on to other topics, some high brow and most of them low brow.