So I recently had a conversation with a girl I can't fvcking stand. She's pregnant. I hope she miscarries. But that's beside the point.
A group of us were talking, mostly about baby ****, because the entire world revolves around baby **** when someone gets preggo, and someone happened to mention that I'm 18% totally traumatized because of my sister's public breastfeeding behavior in the past. She'd go 12 straight days at home without breastfeeding the baby. The second she leaves the house, BAM! That ***** flies out like a chest-burster from Alien. In the middle of the line at Pirates of the Caribbean, or in the checkout line at the Circle K. It didn't fvcking matter. Whatever factors were involved in determining when and where she needed to feed the baby, modestry never entered into it.
Anyway, so somebody's mentions this but in much less detail. And the ***** with the fetal serpent waiting to unleash itself on the world attacks me, not so much with her fists or even with her choice of words, but rather with her condescending "I'm a mom" tone and with eyes which seemed to take the shape of a goat. Ya know how goat eyes are really fcuking creepy and evil looking? The iris is all crazy shaped n sh*t? Anyway, she was mad that I had, by proxy, criticized her right to ********* at will.
This is the conversation that followed. I swear to you I am not altering the conversation in any way to make myself look smarter. Not that the following makes me look smart, mind you.
Her: "Well, that's easy for you to say because you aren't the one that has to go hungry. The baby has to go hungry."
The Hero: "I'm thinking no baby this side of Botswana is so food-deprived they can't survive long enough for you to take a 6 second walk around the corner where nobody can see you feed the baby."
Her: "Or you could just not look?"
The Hero: "Ummm... There are 300 people with 60 feet of us right now. Is it really reasonable to expect all 300 of those people to avert their eyes and simultaneously be made to feel varying levels of discomfort because it's too much trouble for one person to go someplace less conspicuous to nurse?"
Her: "Wow, I didn't mean to put you in such a bad mood. Now you're going to be mad all the way home!"
The final comment was made to the person with whom I would be travelling home. It was also a transparent attempt to avoid actually responding to my point. Cvnt. Anyway...
I don't have a problem with breast feeding in public... as long as it's done tastefully and as discreetly as the circumstances allow. I do take issue with entitled fetus-jockeys who feel that exhibitionism is an innate right of anybody capable of giving birth- which, for the statistically impaired amongst you, is approximately half of the adult population at some point.
Being a mom does not make you special. Not in a single fcuking way. Being a good mom is something else entirely, and something I doubt she'll ever know anything about.
Now is when you tell me you agree with me.