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		<title>By: judith benson</title>
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		<description>I was seven months pregnant with Emma, with a broken foot, still doing clinical psychotherapy in a private office.  One of my teenage clients revealed a potentially physically dangerous home situation, which required me to call into the office, her father, whom I&#039;d never met. It was serious, and the next step was calling protective services. It was a tense day. The secretary notified me that the father was in the waiting room. I heaved myself up, crutched up to the waiting room door. Opened it, called his name, released the crutch to extend my hand, and I said &quot;Hello. I&#039;m Jewish&quot;.  

True story. 

Was talking with some friends of mine in college--casual discussion on a Saturday night, deduce what you will.  We were talking about a particularly bright friend of ours..and to emphasize just how smart this person was I said &quot;yeah..I think she belongs to that group for really smart people..you know...Menses?&quot;  

Darling. I can go on, all day....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was seven months pregnant with Emma, with a broken foot, still doing clinical psychotherapy in a private office.  One of my teenage clients revealed a potentially physically dangerous home situation, which required me to call into the office, her father, whom I&#8217;d never met. It was serious, and the next step was calling protective services. It was a tense day. The secretary notified me that the father was in the waiting room. I heaved myself up, crutched up to the waiting room door. Opened it, called his name, released the crutch to extend my hand, and I said &#8220;Hello. I&#8217;m Jewish&#8221;.  </p>
<p>True story. </p>
<p>Was talking with some friends of mine in college&#8211;casual discussion on a Saturday night, deduce what you will.  We were talking about a particularly bright friend of ours..and to emphasize just how smart this person was I said &#8220;yeah..I think she belongs to that group for really smart people..you know&#8230;Menses?&#8221;  </p>
<p>Darling. I can go on, all day&#8230;.</p>
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