I never thought I would ever have the phrase “Titty Milk” in my vocabulary. Even with my sheltered childhood, a breast for the use of distributing milk to a baby was nothing. But I have come to find in some recent events/situations that people are still unfortunately as Puritan as the failed tightwads were in the 1500’s.
Every so many months, there is some news article about someone having a cow (ha ha get it) about a woman breast feeding in public. Get over yourself. You get to see a lady topless. When do you ever get to see that. And normally it is not so crass. Ohhhh. You maybe see part of a boob. Wow. I can see more at the park by my house during the summer. Who cares. We were all born naked.
Work. I do a children’s book unit with my creative writing I class. I have a stash of children’s books for the students to look through. One book was about a new baby in the family. There is a picture depicting breast feeding. These seniors started freaking out. There was nothing suggestive about this illustration. It is for like a 4 year old getting used to the idea of a new brother or sister and what will happen. Arghhhhh!
And Christmas. An unfortunate accident where breast milk was spilled from a bottle onto someone. And so hence… the phrase… Eewww I got Titty Milk all over me. Ewww Ewww Ewww. I have had much worse on me from a baby. This milk had not even been digested in the baby. Fresh milk. Just from a mom not a cow. Give me a break.
So now… I must take action. A call to arms! Breast feeding people unite (and those of us who support you, but don’t breast feed because we will be single the rest of our lives). Besides bringing together these women in protest… I will write a book defending the Breast Milk Cause:
1001 Uses of Titty Milk: Good Cheese comes from Happy Moms. Happy Moms come from Mukilteo.
Ok. Maybe not… but I like the melodramatic tone of parts of this blog.
It is someone breast feeding… get over it!
