10 June 2007

feeding on the outrage, or, where are all the boobs?

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Welcome, Carnival of Breastfeeding readers. My wife put me up to this, but as long as she does the majority of waking up late at night, and changes more diapers overall, I'm generally willing to go along with what she tells me to do.

So our daughter is breastfed, basically exclusively, other than the applesauce*. That said, she's eaten in a variety of places, public and otherwise, and every time I've been ready for somebody to be outraged. And waiting.

Except that nobody is bothered by it, to my befuddlement. I aggregate a few "new dad" blogs, and they rarely fail to point out a new media blitz when some celebrity in NYC or L.A. pulls up or down her shirt and gives her kid some milk. The blog and/or youtube comments following those articles are very, very informative as to the great gulf between the folks who find 'feeding fantastic, and the ones who are disgusted by the very notion of its mention, let alone seeing any portion of an exposed breast. Likewise the stories of women thrown off airplanes for offending more prudish passengers or flight attendants.

But out in the real world, I can't seem to find anybody willing to vocally object, or to even sneer, or look away in disgust. Either I'm ignoring such people, or they just aren't out there, around here. A couple weekends ago shoppers passing through the hoity-toity upscale mall portion of Columbus's Easton shopping mecca might have glanced, in the front window of Claire's (an earring and cheap jewelry boutique, for those of the non-female persuasion), a distraught baby with two new holes in her head, getting some comfort food from her mom.

For the record, I'm still not convinced getting Natalya's ears pierced before she's old enough to pay for it was a good idea. I have no such reservations about her being breastfed, and again, am almost sad nobody else seems to object either.

Not that I'd throw down my gloves and get into a good scrap with the offended party, anyway, but I'd point out that my wife would give them a good talking-to.

As for this Carnival, here are some more links:

* I don't really count shoving spoonfuls of peaches and sweet potatoes into her mouth "feeding" as I think of it as, more or less, an early, pediatrician-approved form of torture. The mashed-up bananas, well, once she's started eating more than she ends up wearing, then I'll figure out what I think of those.