Boobapalooza

If you're a family member, you might want to skip this post to avoid any permanent psychological scarring.

You've been duly warned.

So if you've been hiding under a virtual rock in the blogosphere, there's a little bit of a revolution going on. And it involves one of my favorite topics - boobs.

There's been a lot of ruckus around these parts about boobs. Namely breastfeeding. First of all, Facebook (or Crackbook as I like to call it) has been deleting pictures of breastfeeding mothers from support group pages because they claim it violates their terms of use. And on that, my friends, I call bullshit. How is it, then, that they can allow pro-eating disorder sites? Doesn't that violate the terms of use of Facebook? It's true - I've seen the sicko sites with my own eyes.


And then, there are people that would just as soon that every breastfeeding mother hole up in a dark cave forever (or at least until they're done breastfeeding) because they find it offensive. And honestly, I've seen a lot more offensive than someone breastfeeding in public.


Yes, I was a breastfeeding mother. My mom, who was kind of a trailblazer back in 1969 when breastfeeding wasn't cool, was a breastfeeding mother despite having three hell-raising teenagers on her hands in addition to me. So you can say that I have some experience.


Did I love breastfeeding? Eh, not so much. For me, it never was the bonding experience that a lot of women find it to be. But I knew I was doing the right thing for Monkey Man, and I was able to suck it up for six months. At 15 weeks old, he went on nursing strike and in a typical show of stubbornness, he never went back to the breast and was strictly a bottle man...but I continued pumping and freezing and eating lots of oatmeal.


But because I didn't think it was the best thing since sliced bread doesn't mean that I'm anti-breastfeeding. As a matter of fact, I'm a huge cheerleader of it. I've had many friends who successfully kept it up past a year, and I applaud them for it.


It's natural. It's part of life that humans have experienced for thousands of years. Hell, do ya think they had Enfamil back in ancient Rome? Nope.


And believe me, if you've breastfed at all in your life, you know there's nothing sexual about it. Period. Nada. Zip. And let me ask you - how many of you have been offended by someone breastfeeding in public? Millions of women do it discreetly every day - it's only the one or two instances that you ever hear about that get everyone all stirred up. Most of the time it's git 'er done and button up, sistah.


So anyway, I could go on and on ad nauseum about this. Stop on by and see The League of Maternal Justice if you want to find out more.


So this morning at 10 AM, there is a Virtual Breast Fest where women are going to be breastfeeding live via webcam and such. And since I'm kind of past that point in my life, I can't really participate. Not to mention I'm sure my employer would have some issues with me whipping out my boobs in the middle of the workday. But in a show of support, the sisters and I are making our appearance in a one-time only shot:

So the other day, I was telling Joey about my plans to post a picture of the sisters on the site. He just rolled his eyes and shook his head. He's used to the craziness by now.


Cat Door, on the other hand, when I told him what I was going to be up to while he was away became extremely upset that he will be without internet coverage today because he's on an airplane all day. And I'm sure that when he gets back, he's going to be Googling his ass off, because he kept going "What is that thing called again?"

Hey Cat Door - It's the Great Virtual Breast Fest. Enjoy.


(Psssst...this is one of the bras that the Crazy Bra Lady hooked me up with. Ain't it cute?)