I was reading the NYTimes the other day and there was an article about New York area airports installing breastfeeding pods. They are aptly named because that’s what they looked like: escape pods from Star Trek. Or a supersized port-a-potty.
The idea was to provide a place where women could comfortably breastfeed their children in privacy.
A friend of mine commented that it looked like a spam can. You know, the ones with the metal key that you use to roll itopen? She’s right. I can see what the airports are trying to achieve by making these pods available but I know for sure that some poor mom who doesn’t want to use one is going to be shamed into it by airport staff or members of the public. It’s just a matter of time.
At what point did we become so afraid of boobs? Or should I call them breasts, if you are sensitive to my vernacular? Perhaps we should call them tatas? Or tits? Perhaps boobies?
There is no more terrifying part of the anatomy for most people than the breast. And I don’t get why. We ALL have them. I would have thought that something that men have too would make society more accepting of them, given that we still live in that kind of a world, but no, apparently not. And it’s not like I’m talking about those scary metal cones that Madonna was sporting a few years ago. I’m talking about real flesh and blood!
To many people, though thankfully by no means all, breastfeeding is at worst gross and unsanitary or, at best, should be shrouded in secrecy and hidden in a spam can. No wonder more women aren’t doing it.