The Daily Mail has got itself into a bit of a lather over a “young mum” who was asked not to breast feed her baby at a swimming pool in Ashford, Kent. The story is here.
As you can see, she apparently got her fecund baps out in the pool itself, before being censured by the pool manager. I think I’m sort of with the pool authorities on this, which perhaps just underlines my lack of modernity and general reactionary nature. Truth be told, I’m not terribly happy about seeing an infant breastfed in a café either. But I suppose the women are right when they reply well, we don’t give a toss how uncomfortable it makes you feel. It is not so much the sight of tit which gives me the willies, mind, but the hideous slurping noise and the milk dribbling down the brat’s chin. Again, I don’t suppose this makes my objection any better or politically decent.
But actually in a pool? I know everybody pisses in these awful institutions, but at least you can’t usually see the effusion, unless they’ve had a dose of the clap.Tags: Feminism, Women