Boston, Do You Hate Pregnant Ladies?

I love Boston. If I could move back there, I would do it in a heart beat. (Same goes for NYC.) But in the past two months, I have been HORRIFIED by the stories form two different blogging pals based in that city.

The first happened to a friend who was visibly pregnant and around 6 months along. She got on the orange line and was not offered a seat. Rude, but not unusual at all. However, on this trip, a gentleman dropped a large box on her foot. He didn't apologize. And while she was in tears and trying to remain upright NO ONE ON THE TRAIN OFFERED HER THEIR SEAT. I believe she may have even mentioned to the man with the box that she was pregnant - even though it was obvious. Didn't matter though. She got no sympathy from the man or the riders.

No one batted an eye when she was relaying the conversation to her husband on her cell phone while still on the train.

The second story is from yesterday. Another friend, about eight months along, was walking in town and fell of a curb. She landed on her knee. She sat down in the street/curb. No one asked her if she needed help. No one at all. The street was busy, the day gorgeous. No one stopped for a second to check on the visibly pregnant lady laying in the street.

Boston... I get it. You're filled with extremely intelligent and stylish people. When I lived there, I was fairly self-involved... And in my own brain a lot of the time. But how do you not show common courtesy and concern for preggies?

For the record, I've witnessed this same treatment on mummies/daddies with small children as well as the elderly.

Come on, people! Just because you show a little concern doesn't mean you have to get completely involved. It's called "being civilized." Don't just live in your own little world all the time.

Caring about your fellow Bostonian is a good thing.