I’ve heard from all my Minneapolis friends but one, now. This is not the Spanish Civil War, people. Bridges aren’t supposed to collapse. Of all the uncertain things in the world, you’d think we could at least count on our engineers.
We drove on that very bridge just a few weeks ago, when we stopped in Minneapolis on the way to Duluth. I’m thinking of the people of Minneapolis and hope many more people are rescued.
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On another note entirely, one that is also horrifying though with less devastating consequences, I read this quote from Katie “Jordan” Price. She is a “glamour model” from England, which means she has cantaloupe-sized breasts (no exaggeration) and makes pouty-faces at the camera. Anyway, she just had a baby, who is stupidly named Princess Tiaamii. Not only does the kid have an outrageously stupid name, this is what Ms. Price had to say about providing her child with nutrition (hint: she’s using disposable bottles):
“It’s brilliant — I have 20 crates of teats and bottles. I don’t have to sterilize or heat anything, you literally take the teat out of the pack, screw it on, throw it away. I don’t care what people say – you don’t have to breast-feed. They gave me a tablet that dries your milk up so my boobs haven’t hurt or leaked or anything. I don’t want a baby drinking from me — the thought of it makes me feel really funny. I think only a certain person could handle my knockers!”
I don’t know what’s more offensive, the idea that her breasts somehow are the property of her husband, or the hyperconsumptive wastefulness of it all.
God, Jordan’s a moron (I think the cantaloupe comparison is actually an underestimation).
We were talking just last night about all the amazing benefits of breastfeeding, not only for the baby, of course, but for the mother, including reduced risk of certain cancers and better bone density. It really is one of nature’s miracles.
That said, it’s a personal choice. Why, there’s someone very close to me (someone you know, as a matter of fact), whose sister was and is an ardent proponent of breastfeeding, but who’s not interested at all in breastfeeding if and when she has a child. It’s a touchy subject at family gatherings.
I know people who think they’re grossed out by the idea of breastfeeding, but they change their minds once they have a kid and are rushed with the hormone surge and all.
I can see how it would be scary and weird in concept, but the benefits so outweigh the downsides (in most cases–I realize there are some people with unusual circumstances who really cannot), it’s weird not to buck up and give it a try.
Tits are for feeding babies. They’re made for that. It’s their primary function. There’s nothing wrong with being a tit man or woman, or for getting sexual attention because of them, but you’ve gotta admit ultimately that the only reason they’re on you is cuz you’re a mammal, and you’re made to nurse.
That said, I don’t know if I was an infant I’d want to eat at this restaurant: http://www.dumpstersluts.com/blogfill/2005/04/20050415/jordan.jpg
Is there enough actual tit left amid all that silicone to actually feed a child, anyway?
And would you expect any more environmental sensitivity from someone so willing to contaminate her own body in the interest of being commodifiably “sexy”?
I’m getting preachy, sorry.
For the record, in case I ever run for office, I am pro-tit.