The politics of boobs

ROTW Contributor: Angela Durden

I have two children. I breastfed both…in public. I did not know I was a Breastfeeding Advocate. The topic is a hot one. Even the friendly pope has weighed in on this.

I chose to breastfeed for these reasons, in this order.

One: It was cheap. My body manufactured food and fed a human for several months. When I did the math comparing the cost of formula plus time to prepare and warm and fill, against free and I could sleep while baby suckled? Hands down breastfeeding got my vote.

Two: It was good for the baby. Lifelong health benefits. I’m delivering antibodies and such as that with a mere suckle? Done.

But publicly flaunting the process? Never…except that one time in the van when her daddy and I were riding down the road and a truck driver kept “admiring the baby” which baby had unbeknownst to me unbuttoned my blouse and was flashing the guy on my behalf.

Oh, yeah. There was that other one time in church when the same child unbuttoned another blouse of her mother so intent on listening to the lesson and wondering why the guy on the stage kept looking at her and unable to concentrate on his delivery. God only knows how long my nursing bra was showing.

But other than those times, never once did I publicly flaunt the Feed-O-Mats. When I nursed, I kept a lightweight blankee over the whole process. Many times people had no clue I was being a Breastfeeding Advocate because marching in the street is just not my way.

So… Boobs. Sexual Healing or Food Delivery?

Well, our Heavenly Father says both. Seeing as how he designed the body and boobs to do the above for children, Proverbs 5:19 tells a husband to let his wife’s boobs feed his soul this way: “Let her breasts satisfy you at all times; Be exhilarated always with her love.”  I don’t think God was talking about a snack.

But, you just wait and see if some feminazi who claims she cares about all mankind doesn’t just pop up and march in the street nursing her child demanding Congress does something about the repression of women. Oh, wait. That’s already happening. And there’s a Facebook page. There was even a sit-in.

Sigh. The politics of boobs. Judging from the amount of pages the National Geographic society devoted to naked women in third-world countries, they understood the importance of boobs to the developing psyches and political opinions of young boys in first-world countries.

And what about the rioting, gang-banging Muslims in Germany and India, among other countries, wilding in the streets, group groping and raping? Obviously they have issues around boobs turning those into political jihad against the Decadent West.

When is the last time you saw or heard about thousands of men (of any color or religious persuasion) in the U.S. and most other EU countries, roaming the streets en masse and attacking women? It doesn’t happen. And I’ll tell you why.

Because. Real. Men. Don’t. Do. That. 

Real Men (and they are the vast majority) know their babies need good food and they are happy their wives are good mommies and they aren’t jealous of their kiddies eating a good meal. Once babies start on solid food and Mama gets some rest from those boobs being kept wet from leaking milk because baby slept longer than normal and by sloppy little slurping mouths biting with sharp new little teeth and pinching with little hands as they try to get to din-din fast, Real Men know that Mama gonna want some soul food of her own.

And Real Men…oh, yeah…they know what to do for Mama…and they aren’t asking Congress for guidance. And me? I didn’t ask permission to do what was best needed for my child. I just did it. Quietly. No grandstanding. No TV interviews. Because that’s what Real Women do.