When I was 12 my cousin and I accidentally put my uncle’s wife’s (second marriage) breast milk into our coffee. It was the best coffee I have ever had in my life. Everytime I see a woman breastfeeding in neither offended nor aroused. I just remember how much I enjoyed that cup of coffee.
PS: Yes, we drank coffee as children. I use to even get a little coffee in my sippy cup as a toddler.
This crosses me as a story you aren’t willing to share with anyone but internet strangers. Your contribution to human knowledge will not be forgotten.
Oh, that story is common knowledge amongst people that know my cousin and I and it’s shared even by my uncle’s now ex wife (dating each other again in their geriatric years). She used to joke that she breast fed half the kids at my cousin’s birthday party.
What an interesting life you must live if these are the kinds of common conversations you have with family.
No eating on public transit.
This is a really nice update to the classic ‘New Yorker style’ cartoon, which I normally cannot stand.
Maybe I was just lucky but I breastfed two children and nobody ever said anything to me. I did it in public and never used a cover. If I got any dirty looks, I didn’t notice.
She has an unusually large chin.
