I know I'm gonna take some flack over this one, but here goes....

Remember when you were first dating your wife? Those first few dates when all you could really focus on was what she looked like naked? You know what I'm talking about - those first few dates where she'd flash you some cleavage and about a half inch of her black lace, see-through bra and it drove you nuts with anticipation. She knew what you wanted to see, but she made you work for it: the date planning, the late-night calling, the wooing- it was all part of her master plan. She saw your eyes, even if you weren't even remotely looking at her own, and knew exactly the kind of man you were.
There's no legs or thighs in your bucket of chicken- you're a breast man all the way. And there is nothing you enjoyed more than the 'big reveal' of seeing your wife's breasts for the first time... except for seeing your buddy's wife's breasts every time she whips them out to feed her baby!

We're men ladies. We're not mature adults. From the day you started dating our buddy we've been wondering what you've been hiding under your sweater. It's what we were designed to do. Funny thing is you made him wait three weeks to catch a glimpse of your marvelous mounds of well-formed flesh. All I had to do was bring a gift to the hospital. It's shocking! "Here's your gift" BAM! Free peep show. And I'm talking full breast and 90 % areola (once you get a good angle around that bald baby's head). I don't even think you get to see that much exposed skin at some U.S. strip joints (not that I've ever been).

When do women make this 'switch?' One day you're making your future husband work for a mere glimpse of your mammary glands, then you have a kid and suddenly you're giving free admission to any guy in the food court at the local mall. Oh, you think no one's watching when you whip out that five pound jug of milk, or 'breast' if you prefer, and softly suction (or 'latch') your baby's mouth to it, but you're wrong- dead wrong. Not only is every guy in the room staring at you, but each is having one of only two possible reactions: he's either turned on by it or equally as turned off by it. There's no happy medium. One guy's watching you like he just unscrambled the playboy channel, while the next guy is watching you like you're some African Gorilla on the Nature Channel feeding your baby and flinging green sh@# at the camera. But they're watching. And you're poor husband, "the Protector" in nature, is watching them and their peering eyes, knowing that he got the raw end of the deal.

Hey. I'm not against breast-feeding. To the contrary, I'm all for it. I like how it takes even the most modest of modern feminists and turns them into Zulu Warrior women from the pages of National Geographic. If you want to sit in a restaurant with a baby hanging from your breast, I've got no problem with it, as long as you're not my wife, and you don't mind the old-guy sitting next to me, and every other guy in the restaurant, leering at you. We can't help it! Your breasts were designed to feed babies. Our eyes were designed to find breasts that can feed babies. In our modern society, with our laws (both spoken and unspoken), the two kind of work against each other. But, you'll never hear me complaining about it.

Frankly, I'm upset that more women aren't able to breast feed, or for that matter don't want to. No, not so I can stare, but so my wife won't be the only one in the restaurant being leered at. And dude, don't tell me you're "just admiring what a cute baby I have;" I used that on some other dude's wife last week. You're admiring the gi-normousness (not a word) of my wife's breasts, and all I can say is, thank god they won't be recognizable to me, or you, in a year from now. It was just a dream. A large, double-breasted, milk filled dream that had to end (until the birth of my next child at least).

Anyway, whichever way you 'look' at it, breast-feeding is a wonderful thing. Every woman should look into giving it a try. Both the Breast Feeding Committee of Canada, The Infant Feeding Action Coalition, and myself (possibly for different reasons though) agree - breast-feeding is the way to go. Take my word for it - it's fun for the whole family.

Disclaimer: Although I have made light of the topic above, breast-feeding is a serious topic parents need to discuss before the birth of a child. Consult your doctor for more information or check out these links and decide if breast-feeding appeals to you... as a couple.

Adam Dolgin
Fodder For Fathers


 


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09/18/2011 15:03

Adam,

This is wonderfully honest! Thanks for that! Honest communication is critically important, and in addition, you're very funny!

Here's hoping you'll blog on LSRC's site for a long time to come!

Mamelissa!

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09/27/2011 06:23

I have a friend on Facebook who is a little obsessed on this topic. I think she has babies just so she can prove her point. In fact it's so bad that her photos (of her breastfeeding her children) keep getting flagged and taken down off Facebook as porn. Social norms just exert more pressure on some than others. For instance, in South Africa I would have had no problem "whipping out my breast" but now that I live in the US, I have yet to ever bear my breast to feed my children, all 3 of which were breast fed. Yet, on the other hand, I have no problem strutting around naked in the ladies changing room at the gym .. hmm ... is that still on topic?

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10/11/2011 08:10

If nothing else, Adam is always honest and entertaining. I think he knew quite well he's not REALLY going to be taking much flak for all this piece. But It reminds me of the culture shock I experienced when I first moved to a Caribbean island to live more than 22 years ago. This topless American girl on a beach where clothing was NOT optional, came and asked my wife to take a picture of her. She was built like a fitness model and probably wore D-cups. She slipped her arms around me while my wife nonchalantly took the picture. During the ensuing conversation, and a super-human effort to keep my eyes glued to her face, I couldn't help but ask her if she didn't feel it was improper to walk around like that when it was a family beach with children running around. I will never forget her answer. "See any kids staring or having a problem with it? Any parents? In fact, do you notice anyone besides yourself that is even paying attention? Guess who's mind is demented here. Where are you from, anyway?" And with that she walked off to leave me pondering on that for the next two years.

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