Showing posts with label booby tuesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label booby tuesday. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Milky Booby Tuesday!

Thanks to  mammydiaries for this!


Public Nudity! And a bathroom...

A Quick Lesson in Public Feeding...

There are some things in life that you can always count on; We all live, we all die and every three months or so, TV3 will put out yet another oh so educational documentary about "Extreme" Breastfeeding after which the phone lines to Joe Duffy, Gerry Ryan and the like will sizzle with the moral outrage of god fearing, respectable Irishmen and women who are SHOCKED! Yes, SHOCKED and HORRIFIED that there are women out there who insist on baring their breasts and nursing their children in public.

Yes folks, that's right, in PUBLIC! Shameless, brazen hussies! Who do they think they are? Flaunting their bits for all to see! Waving their milk filled bosoms about in a blatant show of prurience! Something must be done, which is why I, a concerned citizen of the highest moral fiber, have compiled a list of suggestions which will allow these desperate attention seekers to feed their young while out and about without offending innocent passersby...

I thereby present to you,

Practical Suggestions for The Inoffensive Feeding of a Breastular Nature

1. Resist the urge to spray passing strangers with your milk. I know, I know... This will be very hard, as what breastfeeding mother can possibly resist the urge to send playful jets of milk spurting from her bounteous bosoms at random strangers? But resist you must! Sit on your hands if need be to stop them tampering with a wayward nipple and accidentally soaking your nearest neighbor.

2. Invest in some Nursing "Gear." There are many attractive blankets and slings made for the express purpose of keeping such subversive acts under wraps and out of public notice, thus protecting innocent eyes from your wicked ways. Many "Outdoor Activity" shops now offer easy to assemble one man (woman) tents which are lightweight and portable, offering you the ultimate in comfort and coverage on the go. And don't worry! Despite the name, you CAN fit a baby in there as well!


3. Seek out Private nursing rooms. These are available in most reputable shopping centres and can generally be found in either the basement near the boiler room or wherever else is as far as f@*k from anywhere even remotely occupied or even within mobile network coverage. Some savvy retaillers, in an effort to save space, are now placing chairs in the disabled toilets in order to serve the same purpose. Such initiative is to be applauded!


4. As tempting as it may be to thrust your naked breasts into the faces of all and sundry, please resist this urge, however strong it may be. In a similar vein, offering strangers a "quick sup" is also to be greatly discouraged. While it is understood by the general public that breastfeeding women have little to no control over their actions and are wont to snatch and suckle any child they happen across in the streets, this practice is simply not acceptable and must be avoided at all costs.



5. For those of you feeding an older infant or child, staying at home has never been easier! With many major retailers now offering online shopping and home delivery services, you can now have most of your basic needs filled without ever having to leave the comfort (and privacy!) of your own home.



Yes folks, it IS possible to feed your child in a "Discreet and Inoffensive" manner. Of course, it all depends on what you find offensive...

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Thanks mammydiaries! Political AND informative :) Please come back and chat in the comments in case anyone is afraid of bearing their breasts/bared breasts in public!

UPDATE: Friends of Breastfeeding Pin Initiative still running - get your lovely pin here so nervous mums  can see yours and feel the kinship. Or should I say, pinship? More booby-bonding, anyway :)

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Booby Tuesday The First



Welcome to the first installement of Booby Tuesday, and welcome to our first brave guest poster who brings you her boob story. All written content is property of the writer, please do not reproduce without permission.


I have been having a boob obsession of late. Following a decent weight loss (36lbs), I found myself to have more confidence. I am feeling better about myself, fitting into fantastic clothes, able to wear saucy little bras and knickers and generally feeling in a much better place because of it.


There’s just one thing. I was quite surprised when my boobs didn’t miraculously spring back up to a nice pert fembot position when the weight was gone. I had looked forward to the day when I could wear a tight t-shirt, no bra and resemble something from an MTV pool party. Unfortunately, my breasts remained where they were in length, at my midriff, and deflated instead. I know I should not be complaining. I am very grateful for what I have achieved and how far I have come etc, don’t get me wrong, but, still, I have been left with what I can only describe as two bags of marbles.


My doctor, over many years of breast checks did always say I had rather fibrous breasts but I didn’t really notice due to the padding. Now the weight has gone, the padding has gone and the fibroids are now next to the outer skin, I can feel every last one click clacking around in there. All they need is to be lifted, just a little bit. If I could just darn them up even an inch they would be perfect. Just a couple of stitches either side. Did I really honestly believe that they would indeed bounce back, defying all the laws of gravity? Let’s face it, they never hit that position on the way up...or down as the case may be.


I did have rather large fabulous breasts. Nice and rounded, and while they did indeed reach my midriff they were full and buoyant and rounded and soft – yet, sturdy. They sat a nice way out from my body, large but perfectly in proportion. But I wasn’t happy with my body then. They were in proportion to my 5ft 3” and 12 stone roundness. Boobs great: body, not happy. So it was my choice to change. The weight loss angel finally got me and I worked hard to get to the size I am today and I am happier with my body now. I hadn’t realised how down on myself I was. So I guess its time to put the boob obsession into perspective. I prefer how I am now. We should all be grateful for what we have (of course). Lets face it, us women are never happy. In conclusion I suppose what I must say is, God bless the wonderbra!


Thanks so much! I can vouch for the sturdy fabulousness of those boobs, as I got to touch one on one occasion. A fact that made Axel very happy. I don't know what to tell you, hon. My friend told me Barbara Cartland said that at some point, you have to choose between your face or your ass... stay thin and look haggard, or stay youthful and have a fat ass. I suppose this is a similar dilemma, you've just sided with your ass in it :)