Continuation of that other nursing post....
Some philosopher, maybe Bertrand Russell, said (I've quoted it before) that the beginning of wisdom is getting things in their right category.
I think if each of us divided the list below into (only) two categories, according to which acts, in our view, were acts that should not be engaged in because they might offend someone, and which were acts that are our right to engage in unapologetically, it would be interesting to see into which category each of us put nursing a baby.
I suspect that those who propose the use of a breast pump or hiding would put nursing your baby in the same category in which they put picking your nose or taking your boom box to the top of a mountain or talking loudly in a waiting room. "Inconsiderate," they think.
I suspect the nursing-libertarians would put nursing in the category of interracial dating or wearing a sexy dress or eating meat publicly. "How dare anyone make me feel uncomfortable about this?"
For the fun of it, here's the list of offending, or not-long-ago offending, acts.
dating or marrying interracially
wearing a wonderbra and a very decollete dress in an upscale restaurant
being eight months pregnant yet remaining in the work place
going to a restaurant although you must dine sitting in your wheelchair
wearing pants even though you are a woman
holding hands in the mall
holding hands in the mall; you are gay
picking your nose in public
nursing your baby in a restaurant; you are stripped to the waist
nursing your baby in a restaurant; you are discreetly arranged
talking loudly in a waiting room or restaurant so that others must listen to your conversation
taking your boom box to a public park for a family picnic
taking your boom box to a mountain top from which there is a magnificent view, a site used by others for quiet contemplation
smoking in a restaurant
smoking at all; you are a woman
eating meat publicly; it is probable that some of your fellow diners are ethical- (as opposed to health-) vegetarians
when God is mentioned, saying that you don't believe there is one
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