When we were small, my mother sang us an alternate version of the Christmas carol “Away in a Manger” because we were upset by the factual error of a baby who supposedly didn’t cry (being the eldest of three, I knew what a lie this was). In our version, Away in a Manger went like this:
Our contemporary, American culture is so freaked by breastfeeding and I don’t really get it. I’ve known enough folks for whom nursing didn’t work that I know better than to be all “breastfeeding is the only responsible way to feed your infant” about it. But I also don’t understand the politics of disgust and outage that surround nursing in public places. What is particularly fascinating is to realize how recent a development this is (or rather, how recently the pendulum has swung back from the free-to-be-you-and-me 1970s). Gwen Sharp @ Sociological Images posted clips from Seseme Street recently that depicted women matter-of-factly nursing infants on screen. Here’s one of them:
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