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Get off my breast!!

No, it isn't a continuation of the theme that darling Sissy started ... it's just a response to an article I read on CNN... and ad nauseam on every parenting site, health site, news site, TV ... the list goes on. The current objects of my fury are called apparently "lactivists"... an "empowering" term for annoying people who like to shove their superiority as breast-feeding mothers in everyone's face!!!
No, I'm all for it... if you can do it go for it... it's functional, free and most sanitary and billions of people have flourished doing the thing... most intelligent cultures (which automatically excludes all white, caucasian cultures) have recognized this for eons and it's just fine. These sensible cultures aso have had the benefit of being poor and recognize that a full belly is the prerequisite and not what an aging hyper protective mother thinks is a baby's birthright!!!! So what evolved was a commonsense approach to feeding a child... Do the best you can and supplement if you need to. No guilt involved.
America in its newly discovered role of promoting this age old cusom has decided that going overboard is the best route to follow... so what we have are annoying smug women who were able to feed constantly talking about it. And the opposing force being really insensitive women who can't bear the sight of breast feeding... Isn't there a happy in between? Where moms are supportive and understanding? I have decided the only thing stopping women from tking over the world are other women who can't agree with aforesaid women...!!! Sheesh... give me the guys!!! Can't believe lesbians want to live with their own kinds!!!! Oh well....

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sreeram said…
Lactivists!!! I luved that! :)

Hope u're feeling better having got all that angst ummm... of your chest?
12:03 PM
The Wag said…
Dear Sissy,
Love you for being so dutiful... keep commenting!!!
2:57 PM
A-Muse said…
:-) can't agree with you more.No one can possibly accuse the U.S of A of being a country of moderate middle-paths for anything... that Billy Joel song about extremes should be the national anthem of sorts (will certainly sound better than what it is right now..its got to be the MOST boooooooorrrrrrring tune(less) song in the world, surprise, surprise ). I think american women have killed the feminist movement as well. From creating an equalistic environment for women ina man;s world.. they made it into some kind of bra-burning, breast-feeding-in-public flaunting, inane PMS-like-inspired agenda based "women empowerment" group.. 'tis so sad.
11:30 AM
The Wag said…
I know HP what you say tis so true...
It seems to me all those bra-burners are kicking themselves... what a waste of an expensive undergarment (it does cost a bundle here)...For whatever reasons, now women are doing to women what men were doing to women... putting them down by being superior about their choices!!!!So annoying!!!
11:53 AM
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