graceanne
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Motherhood as in sling carrying cloth diapering staying at home even if it means dumpstering your organics, not-vaccinating (do not ever ever ever tell that to someone taking immunosuppressants, I wanted to kill her on the spot) and whatever else is the behavior du jour.
Me and this type of mom don't get along, anyway.
A) I vaccinated. (as you know, i'm also on immunosuppressants.)
B) I only breast fed for a max of six weeks (oldest child. Middle was 4 weeks, then I dried up, and I was only allowed to nurse a week for my son before I had to go back on my meds.)
C) I used disposable diapers. I'm chronically ill and DO NOT have the energy for cloth diapers.
The parties in question were craft nights at the one moneyed girl's house. She's a young lesbian who'd called up a friend and ordered herself a designer multiriacial baby because you know, there's no multiracial kids out there who need parents. Don't get me started.
The feminist avant garde which was busy shitting on mothering in the 80's is now discovering motherhood like it never existed before and beating everyone else over the head with it hard.
Oh and you are the biggest asshole on earth if you think that breastfeeding discreetly in public versus pointing your tits in everyone's face is just good manners.
It's so irritating. You can't do in between. Either you're baring it for everyone, or you're stuck in a back room breast feeding.
I was always stuck in the back room feeding, because otherwise K would spin around me fussing and annoying me (and the baby) and then I'd never get them latched. But even if I was discreet he'd keep tugging at the god damn blanket to make sure it wasn't showing anything, and standing there glaring at people and just make a royal pain in the ass of himself.
Except for this wedding we went to with all these hippy's. Two women were breast feeding, so he left me alone.