About a year ago on this blog, I wrote,
” … In which I decide that breastfeeding in public is gross. I was taking the minutes at a division meeting, grumbling to myself over the sad fact that professors simply think themselves to be above Robert’s Rules, when suddenly the professor at the next table, who had been holding her five-month-old on her lap for the past half hour, stooped to grab a large scarf from her bag. Before I could avert my still-scarred-from-too-much-TLC-in-high-school eyes, she draped the scarf around her shoulders and over the baby, and began the feeding as if there weren’t fifty other people in the room. Gross. I realize that it’s not fair that you should have to be a pariah just because you have an infant, but still. Gross.”
I’m ashamed now that I held such an opinion. And I’m even more ashamed when I think that because of misunderstanding people like me, perhaps that breastfeeding mother was made to feel embarrassed, as if she were doing something wrong. She wasn’t.
This explains it best:
Poet (and mother) Hollie McNish performing her spoken word poem “Embarrassed.”