One Day at a Time
Today is one of those days where both kids are totally tag teaming me. Seriously. It’s not that bad, but it’s rare that I have both hands free enough to actually TYPE.
Something meandering in my brain is this:
I was reading a blog of a 20 something gal who is really cool. She was posting about her co-worker keeping breastmilk in the lunchroom fridge and the blogger was seriously grossed out by it. I replied (politely, I think) that it could be considered that cow’s milk could be just as gross - have you ever been to a dairy farm? I had a grade school friend who lived on one and I can report there’s some nasty stuff going on with the whole bovine thing. Now, if you also read this blogger, please don’t mention who it is because I don’t want loads of folks flocking to her site (I am emailing her to tell about this post, so NO, there’s nothing passive aggressive going on here either), but I think it definitely highlights how serious the Ick Factor is for the general public regarding breastfeeding. The whole thing made me sad.
And sadder yet to realize I probably would have had the same reaction in my swingin’ single girl days.
damn. i am back to one-handed typing now.
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July 26th, 2007 at 10:06 am
I know what you mean about being tag teamed! lol!
I think the keys to the genral public’s acceptance of all things related to breastfeeding are blogs like this, conversations like you are having with the other blogger (non confrontational) and the actual breastmilk in the fridge.
The more exposure to breastfeeding the more it will be accepted by the general public.
July 30th, 2007 at 2:03 pm
I actually stumbled upon the very post you are talking about, but I had never read her before and I can’t for the life of me remember who it was anyway.
My reaction to her post was that I understood, sort of. I can understand being uncomfortable about being around a co-worker you don’t know well while she’s breastfeeding or if you accidentally walked in on her pumping. But when it’s just milk in a bottle in the fridge? Personally, I’d be more grossed out by the fact that people leave food and drink in there that had an expiration date in 2006. I guess I can see why being uncomfortable about thinking of your co-worker breastfeeding could extend to feeling awkward about having to move aside a bottle of breastmilk to get to your sandwich, but it really surprised me how repulsed this woman was. I mean, didn’t she compare it to storing pee in the fridge or something like that? Personally, I don’t see how anyone could equate the two, but I guess it all depends on your comfort level with the idea of breastfeeding in general.