“The mother with the stroller walked slowly and proudly through the green traffic light and deliberately slowed down, positioning the stroller on the curb. Have you noticed how pregnant women walk? Like ducks, they just don't quack. Full of consciousness of their importance, they shift from foot to foot. They cluster in squares, and even worse, near pedestrian crossings. They'll go or they won't, try and figure it out. Those with strollers cautiously crane their heads, but these, as if in a parade, stuck out their round property and walked proudly, from some other world of theirs, condescendingly looking at the other half of humanity - the non-pregnant, second-rate..."