That moment had to be both hilarious and gut-wrenching, realizing you had just mansplained childbirth. I’m just getting to the point where I’m recognized as male more often than not, and realizing I have to watch what I say or come across as the worst mansplainer ever and/or simply a really big weirdo. For example, I possess more than your average man’s knowledge of lotions and facial moisturizer, mostly because my mom is an expert and it’s a favorite topic of conversation. So I have to resist the urge to add my 2 cents to those conversations at the drugstore. Even worse, I have 20 years of experience with having big boobs, so I have lots of bra knowledge. Definitely gotta keep that to myself amongst strangers.