STOP IB

Not only is the idea creepy, but, it’s also extremely disturbing when it is done in a public space. I have two words: CHILD ABUSE.
Prior to my retinas being burned out due to the disgusting image of a 4-year old sucking on his mother’s hippy boob on a bench outside of Trader Joe’s, I was merely a young lassy on a quest for some $2 double-gold winning Shiraz (for those of you who don’t live in California, you might not get that – too bad) and some brandy for this weekend’s sangria.
I was literally stopped dead in my tracks like a deer in headlights. The woman was not hurting for money, as indicated by her Hermes bag. Yet, apparently, she can not afford to buy milk or, hell, even a breast pump. And the worst part? THE KID WAS WEARING A SANTA HAT. Can you say EGGNOG BUZZ KILL?
I’m all about the natural “beauty” of breastfeeding - as long as the child can not hold silverware on his own. How do you pack a lunch for your kid if he’s still breastfeeding? And I’m serious: At what point does it become categorized as sexual abuse?
I know this isn’t the most festive entry, but, it really bothered me and I hope that that if I can prevent just one inappropriate breastfeeding (IB), my holiday spirit of good doing will be quenched. So, my friends, if you know anyone who does this, stop them. I’ve dated a few guys that most likely suffered from IB due to their tell-tale behaviors of staring at every other woman’s breasts, oral fixations and weird no-boundary, Angelia-Jolie-brother-esque relationships with their mothers. And, my loves, I do not wish that upon anyone – except maybe Lindsay Lohan because she really bugs me.
Now I must go stare at the Christmas tree for a few hours and down some eggnog to get the sugar plums dancing in my head again.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
Hugs and kisses.
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