tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882918304291583152024-02-20T22:03:50.419-08:00One Of Those WomenGeneral Lactavism and Nursing MattersAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13479061759803882187noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688291830429158315.post-10822591751909678872014-05-05T14:04:00.003-07:002014-05-05T14:04:37.438-07:00New Post on Other Blog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've posted a blog about rape and the Game of Thrones, on this link:<br /><br /><br />http://themewlingquim.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/the-lannister-rape.html</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13479061759803882187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688291830429158315.post-91735342426447628442013-08-15T11:00:00.002-07:002013-08-15T11:04:57.686-07:00The Lactavist Response to Formula Feeding Mothers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lots of people appear to be having problems on how to inter-act with bottle feeding mothers. And formula feeding ones. Bearing in mind one does not equate to the other.<br />
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Not to mention, that you can be breastfeeding, and still using formula.<br />
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So shall we just stick to saying UP FRONT, formula feeders. Just so you are clear? Great. They are feeding formula. With, or without, a bottle. Formula feeders.<br />
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The following is a series of vignettes on different types of formula feeding mothers. After all, each mother has her own unique set of circumstances. Each example is followed by the correct lactavist response. You may want to take notes. There will be a quiz at the end.<br />
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Type A<br />
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The type A formula feeding mother is very aggressive. She sulks, has angry hair, a sigh in her eyes and is At The End of Her Tether. Her clothes don't match, she has only one earring in, and two different shoes on. Her baby is quite well presented, but there is a smell of baby sick on the mother and all over the pram. She has a bottle holder on the back of the pram, which holds a large bottle of already used formula. The correct response to this mother feeding her baby is:<br />
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<i>... look at the baby and say</i> "My, what a lovely baby you have." <i>Smile.</i><br />
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Type B<br />
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<i>... look at the baby and say</i> "My, what a lovely baby you have." <i>Smile.</i><br />
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Type C<br />
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The type C formula feeding mother is easy to miss. She's neat and tidy, with no air of desperation or baby sick. She slips easily into the background of any picture. She probably has an older child with her and is managing both the toddler and the baby, without turning a hair. You nearly didn't notice her, you just caught her smile at the toddler looking up at her. She sits quietly to one side, and pulls out of her bag a flask with hot water in it, which she mixes with powder in a bottle. She is amazingly deft, and you wonder how often you've missed her before. She soothes the baby as the formula cools, and keeps the toddler interested in a butterfly that's dancing past them. The correct response to this mother feeding her baby is:<br />
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<i>... look at the baby and say</i> "My, what a lovely baby you have." <i>Smile.</i><br />
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Type D<br />
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The type D formula feeder is very hard to spot. She's pulled over on the edge of the play park, with a cover over her babies head, as she holds the baby to her breast. However, if you look closely, you'll see the bulge of the formula feed dispenser in between her breasts, and a small tube running from it. The baby hungrily devours at the breast, whilst the mother blushes and re-adjust her covering to hide everything from sight. The correct response to this mother feeding her baby is:<br />
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<i>... look at the baby's toes as she strokes them and say</i> "My, what a lovely baby you have." <i>Smile.</i><br />
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Type E<br />
<i><br /></i> The Type E mother is hard to ignore. She has four whiney brats all around her, of varying ages and degrees of clothing. Her hair is scraped back in a tight ponytale, and slick from hair gell. She has cigarette ash down her front, her bra is three sizes too small and she's wearing a onesie in pink leopard print. She talks loudly on her mobile phone and you can't repeat her language. (She uses 'fuck' a lot, for those who don't quite get that.) Her baby sits in its own, matching, pink lepard spot onesie and has pierced ears. You know the women is called Chantelle as her tatoos tell you so. She plugs a baby bottle into the baby's mouth whilst talking on the phone. The correct response to this mother feeding her baby is:<br />
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<i>... look at the baby and say</i> "My, what a lovely baby you have." <i>Smile.</i><br />
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<i><br /></i> There are a variety of other mothers, no doubt some of you will add some in the comments. Please do! I want to hear more, and what the correct lactavist response to such mothers is. But I'm afraid this large Gin & Tonic are calling now. So I'll post instead.<br />
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After all, you don't need many more examples, do you?<br />
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The End Word.<br />
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Hollie's own website,<a href="http://holliemcnish.com/" target="_blank"> here.</a><br />
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I'm getting a lot of good feed back for the BBC London interview I did this morning, on the <a href="http://one-of-those-women.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/and-we-keep-on-winning.html" target="_blank">TIME cover</a> controversy.<br />
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Now, as you know, I've had some difficulties at times, on radio interviews, including being <a href="http://one-of-those-women.blogspot.co.uk/2010/07/tale-of-two-worlds.html" target="_blank">thrown off</a> the World Service.<br />
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And many of you have complained, endlessly, and ceaselessly, about media bias and bigotry about women, mothers, and breastfeeding. You've written, phone, emailed and blogged your outrage and demand higher quality from both the BBC, and their journalists.<br />
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Well, today you have a brilliant opportunity, to write in and thank them for just that - excellent quality and an excellent journalist.<br />
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Penny Smith, who conducted my interview today, is responsible for how good it was. The research team at BBC London, who phoned me this morning at 8.05am, are responsible for how good it was.<br />
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Good journalism. An excellent intro by Penny Smith, and her letting me speak without attacking, belittling, taking exception or holding me and other women up to ridicule.<br />
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This is EXACTLY the standard we look for from the BBC. And if we want to see more of it, we need to make our voices heard. It's easy to be the one that always complains. It's harder to be the one to take the time and effort to say 'Well Done". It easy to pick up the phone and rant, when you are inflamed. It's easy to email, when you're in a temper. The temper drives you.<br />
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Finding time to sit down and say "Great" in a busy day is harder. Please try and find that time.<br />
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The interview can be heard <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p00r9vmf" target="_blank">HERE</a>. Go to 1.29 on the cursor. The item starts at 1.29 and finishes at 1.40.<br />
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Please email <a href="mailto:penny.smith@bbc.co.uk" target="_blank">Penny Smith</a> and say 'Thank You'. Please email the <a href="mailto:vanessa.feltz@bbc.co.uk" target="_blank">Vanessa Feltz Show</a>, and say "Penny was great this morning."<br />
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Please <a href="mailto:yourlondon@bbc.co.uk" target="_blank">email BBC London,</a> and say "Great Job" for Penny Smith this morning. 10.30 am, BBC London, Friday May 11th.<br />
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Please email, write or phone the BBC central line, and do the same. If you want to see better coverage, real journalism, and good interviews, you have to tell them when they did it right! Please? Now? Thank you!<br />
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Slightly annoyed the boy is wearing combat trousers. But I do understand that boy's clothes are difficult to buy. It probably didn't occur to anyone, to juxtaposition the 'feeding child' in combat gear, to undercut/underline the grown up male aspect.<br />
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Probably.<br />
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So want this framed and on the wall! :-)<br />
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And yes, it does say 'driven to extremes' and it's unlikely that the article is going to be a good one. But it's mainstream, folks. The agenda is out there, up front, and being taken seriously. <a href="http://one-of-those-women.blogspot.co.uk/2011/06/were-winning.html" target="_blank">Winning</a> is in the little things changing in the press, not expecting it all to be perfect and exactly like you'd want it to be if you wrote it.<br />
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But let me do just say in advance: don't read the comments! Just look at the picture on the newsstands, and smile.<br />
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What's even more awesome, this is also an adoptive mother. Yes, an adoptive mother breastfeeding on the cover of Time and talking about it inside! :-)<br />
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The article the cover relates to, can be found here: <a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,2114427,00.html?xid=fblike">http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,2114427,00.html?xid=fblike</a><br />
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Article with the Mum in photo above:<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13479061759803882187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688291830429158315.post-53964057366254659352012-05-09T05:41:00.001-07:002012-05-09T05:45:44.795-07:00New Book<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Just to let you know I've published a new fiction book. It's a collection of short stories, well, it's two short stories, and one novella. Both the shorts are horror, and the novella is an occult thriller.<br />
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One of the shorts is about mothering. Badly. In my opinion. I thought you might be interested in seeing an excerpt from it. Trigger warning, therefore, on those who might have experienced stringent, routine driven mothering, that involved crying it out and other delightful ideas about How To Train A Child.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Although quiet, and polite, Alma’s
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘Don’t speak like that in front of
Catherine, she can hear you.’ Acutely
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at humour. He smiled down at three week old
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> James had indeed finished changing
the nappy. Poor Catherine had seemed a
little constipated, and had squealed and cried and turned bright red as she
howled. He’d come home from work to be
greeted by the shrieks from the pram in the outer porch whilst Alma had been
finishing making dinner in the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Alma liked dinner to be on the table
in front of him as he walked in the door at 6.15. The screeching from Catherine had been
matched by the icy silence from Alma, as he entered at 5.55. Prior to his daughter’s birth, he’d have hung
around at the train station until he could walk in the door at the correct
moment. Now, his desire to hold his
daughter in his arms, lift her up and cuddle her, and have that bit more time
with her before she was sentenced to the bedroom at 7.15, over rode other
considerations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Alma was furious on two counts. One, he’d come home ‘early’ and two, dinner
wasn’t nearly ready. Catherine, it transpired,
had been an absolute nightmare all day.
Crying, refusing to sleep, refusing to swallow all her bottle, and <i>deliberately</i> vomiting up her milk on her
nice clean clothes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘Honestly James, she is just like
you. She never listens and does exactly
what she wants.’ Alma had stirred the bolognaise
sauce she was working on with such speed it slopped out onto the cooker.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘Now look what she’s made me
do!’ Alma took the saucepan off the ring
and washed down the cooker top before putting it back on and continuing the
frantic swirling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> James had smiled a smile of
consolation and comfort, picked up Catherine and taken her upstairs. Twenty minutes later, with her tummy rubbed
and her legs bicycled up and down, she’d finally managed to get rid of the
thing that was hurting her, and had stopped crying. James had cleaned her up and was just about
to put the new nappy on, when Alma had arrived to comment on the smell, and to
state that dinner was on the table.
James thanked his wife and carried Catherine back down the stairs. He placed her in the little Moses basket his
mother had given them, and watched her look around as he ate his spaghetti.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘I wish you wouldn’t keep looking at
her like that, she’ll get spoiled. She
has to learn she’s not the centre of the Universe.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> James smiled and carried on eating,
carried on gazing at his beloved Catherine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> The shrieks were ear piercing. James felt his nerve begin to break. He’d been pacing the living room for over an
hour, despite Alma’s promises that it wouldn’t go on for more than ten
minutes. So far he’d kept to his side of
the bargain: not to interfere, not to intrude on her authority as the
mother. But the feeling of his skin searing
off his body, and fear knotting up his stomach, was becoming impossible to
ignore. Every one of Catherine’s screams
and wails was killing him. He could feel
his heart jumping in response. He gave
in to his instincts and went upstairs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Alma was sitting outside the nursery,
reading her <i>Women’s Weekly.</i> She’d put her chair in front of the door,
barring the way. She looked up at him as
he emerged onto the landing. Her eyes
rolled and the magazine was put down with a huff.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘Oh for goodness sake, James! She’s perfectly all right!’ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘She doesn’t sound all right.’ He’d had to raise his voice to be heard above
the cries.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘She is warm, well fed, safe and
comfortable. I double filled her bottle to
get her through the night and her nappy is dry.
There is nothing wrong with her.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘She’s lonely!’ His voice raised until it was almost matching
Alma’s extortions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘She’s in a TEMPER. You don’t propose to raise a spoilt brat, do
you?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘She’s six months old, how can she
be spoiled?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘Easily, with you around. Always picking her up, cuddling her, telling
her what a good girl she is. Always
rushing to her for the slightest whimper.
You’ve caused this!’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> James stared at his wife. The schism that existed in their world had
never seemed so great, so profound.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘How can you bear to hear her in
pain like this?’ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘She is not in pain. She’s in a temper, and heaven knows, if we
don’t control it now, we’ll have worse to come.’ Alma seemed not to hear the pain in James’s
voice. ‘She has to learn to sleep, and
this is how she’ll do it. Not by being
mollycoddled by you.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Alma picked the magazine back up and
purposely stared at the pages. James had
been dismissed. Short of physically
pushing her out of the chair to get to the nursery, there was nothing he could
do. He stormed back down the stairs,
pulled his coat off the hook, and left.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘Another night at the pub whilst I
do the hard work.’ Alma spoke out loud, as if addressing the baby through the
door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘Now see what you have done...’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> James opened the door at 6.13. ‘I’m home!’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Alma smiled her greeting, and her
thanks, as she placed the dinner out on the table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘Smells good!’ said James, as he
hung up his coat. ‘I’ll just wash my
hands.’ He ducked into the down stairs
toilet that Alma had had installed under the stairs. She was immensely pleased with this <i>civilised</i> addition to the house. James would have preferred... well, quite a
lot of things, actually, but it was keeping Alma happy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Alma was settling Catherine into the
high chair, as he seated himself. Beef
Cobbler was one of his favourites: once again, Alma was showing her thanks for
him giving in on the extension.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘Well, how have my girls been
today?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Frost formed in the air as Alma
launched into her tirade of how trying her day had been. James tried to tune it out, and concentrate
on Catherine, who was playing with a rattle he’d bought for her, but it was
difficult.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘...And then she spit up all over
her new bib. I’d starched it too, when I
ironed it, and she got bits in the little embroidery roses. I’ll never get them looking that good
again...’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘Tut,’ said James, quietly. He winked at Catherine. Alma didn’t pause for breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘... so I tried the new banana one,
and she spat that out too. I mean, what
child doesn’t like mashed banana? It
took me an hour to get that jar into her.
I was exhausted by the time for her nap, and then she threw up all over
her clean bedding, so I had to re-feed her <i>and</i>
do the bed linen...’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> James spooned down his dinner,
trying to juggle his attention between the women in his life. Alma would erupt if she felt she wasn’t
getting enough, or that Catherine was getting too much. All he wanted was to beam and smile at
Catherine, and talk to her in little whispers and tickle her until she started
to hiccup with laughter. He nodded and
smiled at Alma enough times to keep her mollified whilst giving Catherine his
secret smile and pulling faces that Alma couldn’t see. Catherine giggled. Alma droned on...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘Claire was round, and she said
little Emily never spits out her food, and every scrap is taken from the jar...and
heaven knows Emily doesn’t manage to stink out the room every time she
breathes...’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Catherine dropped the rattle on the
floor as she squealed in laughter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘That’s it, that’s the third time
today.’ As James had leaned down to pick up the rattle, Alma swooped up
Catherine. A sharp slap and a sharper
cry rent the air, and James’s heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ‘Never, never, never, do that
again.’ On each ‘never’, Alma slapped
the back of Catherine’s hand hard.
Catherine’s howls became screams, as Alma whisked her up the
stairs. ‘When will you learn?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> James looked at his beef congealing
into the gravy, as he heard the uproar upstairs as Catherine was stripped of
her clothes, pushed and pulled into a sleep suit, and the door firmly closed on
her cries. By the time Alma came back
downstairs he was in the pub.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div align="justify"><a href="http://cailleach-bheur.com/2008/12/28/censored-by-facebook/">This post,</a> from 28th December, 2008, has been DELETED by Google. Under the 'banned' images, I will show you what they banned. Then they stopped the link working.<br />
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Censored By Facebook<br />
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<div align="justify">This photo is obscene. So obscene, it was deleted off my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span></span> profile photo album, and I was issued with a warning. Does this photo, clearly part of a Government/health agency campaign to protect breastfeeding, look obscene to you?</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Does the mother look obscene to you? Engaging in a sex act? Evoking an erotic response?</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Does this one...?</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;"></span></div><div align="justify"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284949444096005170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0I6LIUsNRedFP2YE5DHp9a-lRxEj-pKl3VSx50RvouLD1MQ2UrjTxCG4otNjv9Ey6lOYKb9Y9ytyuI-O-264mzNai1ANOHpmwDOVjRh40zhqsQXvusSPhO6XnYKYKRHUPYP3nevSeqXQ/s400/virgin.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 361px;" /><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">She hasn't been deleted, as of yet.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><em><strong>EDIT: Jan 2009. The Virgin Mary was then deleted! If you check the Tera site, you'll find close up of two Virgin Mary paintings, including this one, was deleted by Facebook as obscene...</strong></em><br />
<span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Why was the first mother deleted? She was deleted as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Facebook</span></span> have stated that photos showing aureole or nipple, are obscene. A full breast shot it obscene. Regardless of context. There has been <a href="http://www.tera.ca/">a huge protest</a> about this, as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Facebook</span></span> have been deleting family photos out of personal albums on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Facebook</span></span>, with no warning. The <a href="http://www.tampabay.com/features/parenting/article946531.ece">protest</a> was organised by mothers who had had their pictures removed. There was an online virtual nurse-in yesterday, on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Facebook</span></span>, and a <a href="http://www.svmoms.com/2008/12/breastfeeding-a.html">physical one</a> outside the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Facebook</span></span> headquarters in California.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Online, people were asked to post breastfeeding photos in their profile, and to add the status line "Hey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Facebook</span></span>, breastfeeding is not obscene."</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Many of us online, ended up in free and frank exchanges of views with our own online friends, and in the protest forums. Free and frank exchanges of view aren't a problem. Most <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">lactavists</span></span>, remember when they too thought breastfeeding was a lifestyle choice, and formula was benign and held no health risks to infants. We remember being duped by the hegemony too! And how hard it is to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">unthink</span></span> formula dominant culture.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Also, during the day, interesting things happened. Posted comments started to appear without their profile photo, and accounts had been frozen. In short, photos were being deleted off accounts, by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Facebook</span></span>, as the day progressed.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">When I'd started posting, I'd had a series of about 5 photos, I was cycling through. The first one above, was one of them. Then, I read the link that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Facebook</span></span> had stated that it was aureole, or full breast that was offensive. I changed by photo to number two up there - the Virgin Mary with a fully naked breast. Commissioned by the Catholic Church, to hang in a Catholic Church.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">I left this one there. Unchanged, for the rest of the day. <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=536551943&v=feed&story_fbid=108361075343">Still there</a>, in fact, as I type this.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">I didn't think they'd delete the Virgin Mary, and I felt that made a point.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">So, you can imagine my surprise, when logging back in today, I found that the first picture above, had been deleted out of my profile album. The first picture above, shows LESS breast than the second one.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">What's the difference between them? Why is one still up, and the other in the rubbish basket?</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Because someone complained about photo one, and no one has complained about photo two.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Seriously.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Now, let's think about that for a moment. A *huge* number of breastfeeding photos were deleted off <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Facebook</span></span> yesterday and today. *HUGE* One might imagine all of them following a complaint...</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Who was complaining?</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Who, on a protest against censorship of breastfeeding, has gone around and complained, vigorously, about breastfeeding photos. Answer: quite a lot of people. (To judge by the amount of deletions.)</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Lactaphobes</span></span>. Misogynists. Mean as skimmed milk morons who get their kicks by acting important and feeling powerful... by complaining about a breastfeeding photo!</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">But that's not what really worries me. World is full of sad and inadequate people, trying their best to feel validated in any small way. Not to mention stupid and small minded ones.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">It's the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">internet</span></span>. You expect morons and inadequates.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">What worries me about this... is that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Facebook</span></span> is standing by such bullying. <a href="http://one-of-those-women.blogspot.com/2008/08/lactaphobia.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Lactaphobia</span></span> is a prejudice</a>. An unreasonable, knee jerk reaction, to a specific set of people. It's harassment, and bullying.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">And <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Facebook</span></span> is not only condoning it, it's carrying it out on behalf of its account holders. It's set mothers and babies up for discrimination, and then acted out on the base impulses of its user group.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">"Nothing to do with us!" they will say. "Photo broke rules, someone complained, we deleted it."</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">No matter what it was, and how clearly it is not obscene.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">And the surge in deletions, no doubt from a surge in complaints, on the day of a protest against censorship, has no bearing, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Facebook</span></span>? Just like the fact that the photo you deleted is clearly a health education poster? Huh? .</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Blind.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Blind prejudice.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Blind <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">lactaphobia</span></span>.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">At an online community near you.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Being enforced by the company making money from social networking. Using their profits, to pay people, to bully those seeking to protect breastfeeding.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Wouldn't it be sweet, if that poster up there, suddenly appeared everywhere on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Facebook</span></span>? It's still on several profiles, and in several albums. Only my personally complained about one is gone. Got a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Facebook</span></span> account....? Click and save on the above image! :-)</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><em>On another note - do you recognise the poster? Any idea where it came from? It looks like a scan from a print source, so it may be quite old. If you have any idea where this one is from, and who produced it, which country it appeared in, please contact me. (EDIT - from Argentina! How to breastfeed leaflet.)</em></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">I aim to let <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Facebook</span></span> know exactly who they deleted, and which Government (likely) sponsored it.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">This one, just as obscene, was sponsored by the <a href="http://www.helsedirektoratet.no/ernaering/spedbarnsern_ring/amming/">Norwegian Government</a>:</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;"><br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><strong><em>Edit</em></strong>: This is the photograph that was deleted from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Facebook</span> in 2007, that started the entire protest.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify">Can you see a fully exposed breast? Or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">can you</span> just see the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">lactaphobe</span>, lurking in the background, with their finger on the all powerful 'delete' button?</div><div align="justify"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285065434973751442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicACJSFm9tByeGXO8E70IyWauiwiHFU9D4gX0e9pGuPK-IWte4l3W31T4cBCLiKCJ8byw8YSiL54GEU-_n3ql9yAkB2KlgxgQusz7Mu_ZET1VyurrZqrEE3gPJCKNEHgJA5miirwwHDWU/s400/tandem.jpg" style="display: block; height: 288px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 216px;" /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13479061759803882187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688291830429158315.post-42884682353926283952012-01-07T20:23:00.000-08:002012-01-12T16:13:09.562-08:00I Could See It In Her Eyes...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgPnbFFZlKQ/TwkMDVZhn4I/AAAAAAAABpI/y0xaftYfDH8/s1600/5064420931_6acb89f587+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgPnbFFZlKQ/TwkMDVZhn4I/AAAAAAAABpI/y0xaftYfDH8/s320/5064420931_6acb89f587+%25281%2529.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
One of this things I detested, and still detest, about raising a child, is when other people state "I could see it in his eyes." The first time this was actually used about my child, was when he'd been jumping on a couch, age 3. A family member had asked him not to jump on the couch. He'd never been asked not to jump on the couch before. He was 3. He carried on jumping on the couch. When I came in, I took him aside and explained clearly that the rule in the house we were in, was that you didn't jump on the couch. He looked at me and nodded, and didn't jump on the couch.<br />
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At home, I let him jump on the couch. So he had been really confused by the request not to.<br />
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The family member who observed me discuss this with him, then lambasted me for being too soft. When I explained to her that he hadn't actually understood what she meant, she laughed. "He's much smarter than you think. He understood everything I said. He just knew he could ignore me. I saw it in his eyes... "<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4CwX8AMYMbEgdB88zawusB0DJUVsYjplLVT6Cou597UIiQewIHR0SllLon8m3h0UoOWZjOeMNmJmZQ-cUFXwXtW3iQOHE9nS5MTLbNLus0h3sDmqrpubxHyEcKMmJmdCWycTfDmgTSi0/s1600/throughachildseyes_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4CwX8AMYMbEgdB88zawusB0DJUVsYjplLVT6Cou597UIiQewIHR0SllLon8m3h0UoOWZjOeMNmJmZQ-cUFXwXtW3iQOHE9nS5MTLbNLus0h3sDmqrpubxHyEcKMmJmdCWycTfDmgTSi0/s200/throughachildseyes_thumb.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>This phrase "I saw it in her/his eyes..." haunted my childhood. I well remember adults - parents, teachers, family members - berating me for something and seeing my response, in my eyes. I was rebellious, cheeky, conniving, manipulative, lying... all could be discerned by the look in my eyes. Confused, was never a feature.<br />
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I spent a lot of my childhood confused. About arbitrary rules and dictates, unreliable rules and guidance and completely confusing messages. My confusion was never mirrored by the adults, however. They always knew what I was really thinking and feeling. They would regularly inform me, they could "see it in my eyes..."<br />
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It's such a catch 22. You can't defend against it, as you are saying the person looking at you is wrong. And as you are rarely in a pleasant and easy place when this pronouncement has been made. People rarely say "You are a lovely person, who understands what's going on so clearly, I can see it in your eyes... " Such statements are usually reserved for the tense, awkward, accusatory silences. For the moments of mis-communication between people.<br />
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For the moment when the other person, is imposing on us, their world view.<br />
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For when they speak, they speak what they<i><b> fear</b></i> you are thinking. It's very, very rarely, what's actually going on. It's that the face you are showing without speech... is being written upon by the other person. They are writing out their own feelings,. and thoughts, and fear, on you. Every school child knows this, when they are told to "wipe the smile off your face..." It's a natural human instinct to smile in certain situations of fear and tension: to try and look innocent and nonthreatening. How many times were you told to wipe the smile off your face, and to stop smirking, when you were shaking in your boots? Me too.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1Qfj59yX24/TwkSynlY22I/AAAAAAAABpg/xY1eRzXArA0/s1600/lev-kuleshov.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1Qfj59yX24/TwkSynlY22I/AAAAAAAABpg/xY1eRzXArA0/s200/lev-kuleshov.jpg" width="168" /></a></div>The human propensity for reading meaning into an expressionless face has been well known for some time. In the 1920s, Lev Kuleshov, a Soviet film maker, did a series of experiments that proved insight into this phenomenon. He filmed human faces, in a bland, non-meaningful stance. He then inter-cut the same image, on a montage, a sequence, of other objects. A bowl of soup, a funeral casket etc. Without exception, the audience raved about the emotional power of the actor. The same face, inter-cut with different images, was applauded as the face that portrayed hunger, sadness, grief, anger, fear... the face image had not changed. All that had changed, was the context that face was put in, by the images then put around the face.<br />
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The audience would take the clues, and read into the face, what they wanted to see.<br />
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The audience would do the work. All the while, saying how wonderfully the actor had portrayed the emotions.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Truth, is in the eye of the beholder. Especially when nothing is actually said. Give a face, even a blank face, and do not speak... and the person looking at you, will say "I knew what that face was saying... I saw it in the eyes...."</span><br />
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Which brings us <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2012/jan/06/what-really-thinking-bottle-feeding-mother?fb_action_ids=10150574309794744%2C2695962953147%2C10150567063965821%2C10150451473642130%2C10150523631228896&fb_action_types=news.reads&fb_source=other_multiline">to this</a>:<br />
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<div style="background-color: white; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I see the <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/breastfeeding" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="More from guardian.co.uk on Breastfeeding">breastfeeding</a> mothers watching me as I rummage in my changing bag for the ready-made carton of formula. Those looks speak a thousand words, most of which boil down to, "How could you? We're doing the best for our baby, why aren't you?"</div><div style="background-color: white; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I feel as if they're judging me, looking at me as a lesser mother than they are just because I'm giving my baby formula. Do they feel superior to me? Certainly I feel that I have to defend my decision to bottle-feed, justify my choices so they'll accept me.</div><div style="background-color: white; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">They sit at the postnatal groups with their beady eyes peeking over their breastfeeding aprons as my son gulps down his 5fl oz. But I can't help noticing how their looks change – a bit of envy maybe? – when I start to bottle-feed. My guess is they're thinking,"That looks a lot more efficient than breastfeeding." You're right, I want to tell them.</div><div style="background-color: white; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I can almost hear the deafening mental processing in those staid church halls: "She won't have cracked nipples, mastitis, thrush or leaking milk. And her partner probably helps with the night feeds."</div><div style="background-color: white; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">But I don't want to fall into the trap of judging them too harshly, either. I'd like to have tried breastfeeding, but medical complications took the choice out of my hands. Now that I bottle-feed, I see the advantages. I'd even choose it again next time. It's really not so bad, I want to tell them, you should try it some time.</div><div style="background-color: white; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"></div><ul class="article-attributes b4" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 194, 2); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-collapse: collapse; border-left-color: rgb(255, 194, 2); border-right-color: rgb(255, 194, 2); border-top-color: rgb(255, 194, 2); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.25; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 66px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; position: relative;"><li class="byline" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="contributer-full" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><a class="contributor" href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/profile/anonymous" rel="author" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Anonymous</a></div></li>
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</ul><div><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">It's even anonymous! How perfect. A painful and self-contained rant about how those nasty breast-feeders condemn you with their eyes.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not their mouths. Not their words. Not in their actions. But by their eyes...</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">In a world where bottle feeding is the norm - the breast-feeder is condemning you. In a world where breastfeeding support services are abysmal, the breast-feeder is automatically assuming you are a selfish cow, who didn't have any problems. In a world where bottle feeding is normal, the breast-feeder is outraged you didn't do the thing the least amount of people do...</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">You know the thing that really drives me wild about this? It's not the </span></span><span style="line-height: 15px;">assumption</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"> that a woman who breastfeeds has never had any problems. That they had a free pass on those leaking nipples, the mastitis and the night feeds. (Note how breastfeeding is so much more work than bottle feeding.) It's not that the breastfeeding mothers are looking over their aprons.. wtf?</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">It's not even the silence, as not one person has said one thing to this person.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">What REALLY drives me wild about this.... is that the reality of a mother breast-feeding in a room with another mother who is bottle feeding... is far more likely to be...</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">"OMG, She's bottle feeding. She's gonna call me a NAZI!"</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">Because in this world, we go on action, on words, on deeds, as opposed to silent thoughts that are written on faces... in the world of looking at actions/words/doing... we are not in a world where the breastfeeding mother is the oppressor.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">She's the </span></span><span style="line-height: 15px;">invader</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">. The abnormal one. The freak.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">And by goodness, do we let her know about it. After all, we know what's she thinking... it's written in her eyes.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">Those looks of absolute blankness do speak a thousand words. They say "Don't hate me because I'm breastfeeding."</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2j-Ao1NC1xzB7fW5JDlZqluXquOGN6e5NDWb5P6phvW5K9Ii4DvZ7Du0AuXvHHWRBKwAuaJpYQIzca_zxbwvAEs3nxbiPTCG9GsphM_VGmNrrWCb5yk2p758Ov4S8FbNBu9abO9qPqTU/s1600/nervous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2j-Ao1NC1xzB7fW5JDlZqluXquOGN6e5NDWb5P6phvW5K9Ii4DvZ7Du0AuXvHHWRBKwAuaJpYQIzca_zxbwvAEs3nxbiPTCG9GsphM_VGmNrrWCb5yk2p758Ov4S8FbNBu9abO9qPqTU/s320/nervous.jpg" width="221" /></a></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">And, usually, the next thought is "Oh my gosh, I wonder if she had crap help at the hospital, and she's really upset about it all...."</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">And the third thought is usually "Oh gosh, I better look over to the door, and not look or smile at her, in case she has a go at me, and thinks I'm </span></span><span style="line-height: 15px;">condemning</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"> her..."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">Not to mention that for most of us, the thought would be "Thank goodness she knows to use ready made when out and about, that's fabulous."</span></span></span></div><br />
And very often it's ... "Gosh, what a pretty baby, and isn't that a lovely top, wonder where she got it..?"<br />
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And quite often it's "I wonder if I paid the gas bill on time..."<br />
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Prejudice comes from words, actions, deeds. Not telepathic reading of the eyes. Of knowing 'what that look means'.<br />
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No matter how insecure you are feeling: you need to actually check out the reality you are in, without your fears at play. And you certainly can't condemn everyone around you for the LOOK you are seeing in their eyes.<br />
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And I'm fed up apologising for breast-feeding. I suspect you are too. :-) <br />
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ps Don't let the 3 year old jump on the couch. The 6 year old will destroy it. :-)<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13479061759803882187noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688291830429158315.post-35844902435790606772011-12-17T16:01:00.001-08:002012-03-22T11:53:31.557-07:00The Last Taboo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Last Taboo...</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://breastfedblog.blogspot.co.uk/2011/06/frida-kahlo.html">Frida Kahlo</a></td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">...is not nursing somone else's baby...</div><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-53NcHIqci6M/Tu0sKviK26I/AAAAAAAABk4/DKspTsVMNB4/s1600/article-0-0366D992000005DC-395_468x445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="608" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-53NcHIqci6M/Tu0sKviK26I/AAAAAAAABk4/DKspTsVMNB4/s640/article-0-0366D992000005DC-395_468x445.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1141584/Salma-Hayek-breastfeeds-strangers-baby-Africa-mother-runs-milk.html">Salma Hayek</a></td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">...it's <b>talking </b>about nursing someone else's baby...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7zBBLEPEMg/Tu0sXqPApYI/AAAAAAAABlA/rvws2GSX-zY/s1600/wet-nurse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7zBBLEPEMg/Tu0sXqPApYI/AAAAAAAABlA/rvws2GSX-zY/s640/wet-nurse.jpg" width="586" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.easyvegan.info/2009/04/08/on-mares-wet-nurses-and-shared-exploitations/">Benetton</a></td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Which Is Daft.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.drmomma.org/2010/10/worcester-ma-baby-in-need-of-donor-milk.html">Peaceful Parenting</a></td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And Un-Realistic.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://natasek.blogspot.com/2011/07/breastfeeding-through-art.html">The Wet Nurse</a><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">... and denies our biology...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption"><a href="http://www.ancientegypt101.net/2009/06/nefertiti.html">Nefertiti's Wet Nurse</a></td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">... and everyday actuality...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Human Milk... for Human Babies.<br />
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It's not Rocket Science.<br />
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Nursing Matters is therefore closed for referrals. Some sort of info will go up at some point, on the web pages but everything else will be shut down.<br />
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Breastfeeding Picnic has a pretty universal life of its own anyway. :-)<br />
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We always had very informal structures, that reflected we were Just Mums on the end of the phone, or the internet connection... so there is no great 'thing' to hand over. Just that of the bunch of intelligent, motivated and loud mouthed Mums (and Dads, and other adults with heart and conscience) could advocate and support on behalf of Mums and kids.<br />
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All those wonderful women are still out there, and I imagine there will be no real change in help and support.<br />
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I, however, am not capable of keeping up with it at the moment, and so have to concentrate on my family.<br />
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As I said in my last post, I rarely post here anyway now! You're all out there doing it.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Carry on Lactavating! </div><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13479061759803882187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688291830429158315.post-47976557013086440562011-06-21T03:36:00.000-07:002011-06-21T03:45:39.004-07:00We're Winning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. </span><br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We have seen the future, and the future is ours."</span><br />
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</span></div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~Cesar Chavez</span></div><div><br />
</div><div>The above picture appears today in the <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2005874/Breast-best-Hundreds-nursing-mothers-surprise-shoppers-awareness-flashmob.html">Daily Mail.</a> Yes, that's right, the DAILY MAIL. The blurb mentions nothing negative about breastfeeding. In fact, the article is a very positive one.</div><div><br />
</div><div>This is such an important moment. Such.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The culture is slowly turning. Slowly, sometimes backwards after a few steps forward, but slowly, step by step, inching forward. This photograph would have been impossible 5 years ago. A mainstream junky news paper, carrying this image? Ten years ago, there would have been outrage? Even two years ago, the editor might have hesitated. Yes, they have used it deliberately. Yes, they are expecting a little bit of a frisson. Yes, their job is to sell newspapers.</div><div><br />
</div><div>But the text... the text reveals nothing but solid, excellent and positive reporting on the flashmob event.</div><div><br />
</div><div>A breastfeeding flashmob! Who'dv'thunk? :-)</div><div><br />
</div><div>This picture in the Daily Mail? Who'dv'thunk?</div><div><br />
</div><div>I don't post very often anymore. The reason is, I don't need to. As I've always said, the internet is changing the world, one mother to another. One woman to another. We can connect, reach out, activate: change. Change ourselves, change the culture. One breastfeed at a time. :-)</div><div><br />
</div><div>The above picture fills me with such hope. Combined with the remarkable events of the past week or so, as the entire lacvavist world has taken arms in support of <a href="http://weareallhabiba.blogspot.com/">Alma and Habiba</a>... well, I just smile. Smile at the fact that we just do it, now. We just stand up and shout for our babies' rights... and it's wonderful</div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">W.O.N.D.E.R.F.U.L</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's not to say it's getting easier. In fact, it's getting a lot harder in the corporate and political world. Massive inroads are being made into protection for babies in terms of commercial attack. The <a href="http://info.babymilkaction.org/pressrelease/pressrelease12jun11">World Health Organisation</a> and the <a href="http://info.babymilkaction.org/pressrelease/pressrelease16jun110">United Nations</a> is being invaded by corporate interests, offering corporate sponsorship to 'help' health funds. Misguided entrepreneurs are pouring billions of dollars into buying pea nut sachets and diarrhea vaccines, rather than in making sure clean water and full breasts are available on demand. People who are concerned and loving and compassionate, are pouring efforts into dealing with symptoms, not addressing the underlying causes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Corporate interests mask their need to make money, by handing out money to 'help' in ways that may kill more than it saves. At home, formula advertising is now so skilled at showing formula feeding on tv despite the ban, most of us can't watch the adverts without screaming any more. The NHS is <a href="http://info.babymilkaction.org/cem/cemmar11">undelivering</a> breastfeeding support at an alarming rate. Formula companies are deftly fighting to have unsubstantiated health claims put on their packaging, and <a href="http://info.babymilkaction.org/cem/cemfeb11">they are winning</a>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's not a good time to be fighting for babies, in the boardrooms. In the closed and smoky rooms. In the committee meetings and in the halls of power. In fact, it's probably the darkest it has been for a very long long time, for the real political work.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Which just shows you how much effect we're all having. :-)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win." </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~ Mohandas Ghandi</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">They are not laughing anymore. They are, indeed, fighting back very very hard. But they are losing the culture battle. The poltical one they may be making inroads in, but the above photo in today's Daily Mail, combined with this quote...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A stunned onlooker said: 'It's not every day you see that many breasts while out doing your shopping. I suppose it's a good way of getting people to listen to the message. I fully support them.' </span><span style="font-size: 10px;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">... shows just how much we are winning the battle for the daily live. The being a breastfeeding dyad, in public, and not being oppressed. Not being laughed at, ridiculed, thrown off the plane, thrown of the bus, sacked, moved job, sent to the bathroom, denied access to our babies... the list goes on. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As does the battle. :-)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">When you read this post, and rejoice in the photo, and what it says... also remember that when you start to win, they really start to fight back. We're winning: they are fighting back. Big time. As well as all the other work you are doing, the flashmobs, the picnics, the simple being with your baby and having fun outside in public spaces. The facebook groups, the internet forums in support... as well as doing all this, you should also do something else. Something real and tangible to fight those who are seriously fighting back. You should help the ones walking in the corridors of power, trying to stop the corporate inroads.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Send these people some money.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">If we weren't' winning, they wouldn't be fighting so hard.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Help the fight: <a href="http://www.babymilkaction.org/shop/donation.html">DONATE</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mother to Mother. Baby to Baby. Woman to Woman.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are all Habiba.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And goodness, ain't we wonderful?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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DO NOTE THAT EACH PICNIC HAS ITS OWN DATE!<br />
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People wanted flexibility. So do check the DATE of your local one. :-)<br />
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Breastfeeding Picnics are first and foremost about turning up, having fun with other parents, and going home. During this fun time, breastfeeding will take place as a normal part of human activity. That's actually the most important bit. Breastfeeding in public is about hungry babies, requiring milk. That's all. Hungry babies get milk. Simples!<br />
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In Scotland, it is that simple. There is a law protecting any caregiver, giving any milk, to a child anywhere the child has a right to be. The caregiver can not be threatened or asked to stop the feed. To do so, is an offence, liable to a hefty fine.<br />
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In England and Wales, there is no such protection. For a detailed understanding of this, read the posts here with the Breastfeeding Picnic tag, and the Equalities Act tag.<br />
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Breastfeeding Picnics are run by mothers, for mothers. All parents welcome. All mothers, fathers, grans and grandads. All babies, all feeding methods. Hungry babies need milk: don't matter if it's from breast or bottle, Mama or Otherwise. Hungry babies get fed. End of.<br />
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All are run by volunteers, all take control of their own event. There is no uber organisation. Just Mums. :-)<br />
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Go along, show your support, feed your babies. And invite your local MP too!<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victoria_Tower_Gardens" style="color: #cc0033; text-decoration: none;">Victoria Tower Gardens</a></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: center;"><i>next to Parliament</i></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: center;">Noon till 3pm</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: center;">Sunday 19th June<br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=216702458361554">Facebook Group</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">contact <a href="mailto:elainesundancer@yahoo.co.uk">Elaine</a></span></span><br />
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Cambridge Dolally-Doula Breastfeeding Picnic<br />
<a href="http://wikimapia.org/3619672/Lammas-Land-Recreation-Ground">Lammas Land, Newnham, Cambridge</a><br />
Noon onwards<br />
Sunday 26th June<br />
contact <a href="mailto:maddie@maddiemcmahon.com">Maddie</a><br />
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Brighton Bosom Buddies Breastfeeding Picnic<br />
<a href="http://www.brighton-hove.gov.uk/index.cfm?request=c1175796">Pavilion Gardens</a><br />
<i>lawn in front of cafe</i><br />
1pm to 3pm<br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=173364689382581">Facebook Group</a><br />
contact <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bosom-Buddies/118930111477059">Bosom Buddies</a><br />
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Upfront Torpoint Breastfeeding Picnic<br />
Torpoint, Cornwall<br />
<a href="http://www.cornwall.gov.uk/default.aspx?page=17677">Thanckes Park</a><br />
The Lawns<br />
Monday 20th June<br />
1pm to 3pm<br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=159300557470115">Facebook Group</a><br />
contact <a href="mailto:upfront.torpoint@groups.facebook.com">Upfront Torpoint Breastfeeding Group</a><br />
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Stroud Breastfeeding Picnic<br />
<a href="http://www.stroud.gov.uk/docs/leisure/park_home.asp">Stratford Park</a><br />
<i>near the bandstand</i><br />
Saturday June 18th<br />
11am to 2 ish<br />
contact <a href="mailto:kirstie_mac@talk21.com">Kirstie</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.massobs.org.uk/index.htm">Mass Observation</a> has been running in Britain for decades, and records daily life and activities for posterity. Everyday people record what they are doing, doing everyday things. The records are then open to historians and researchers, and can be used to gain an insight about what was going on with the 'masses' at any given time.<br />
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Yesterday was a Mass Observation day, for recording a journal entry from you, about your every day life. E-mail only, and it goes into a database to be used in the future.<br />
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Why should it be important that you were breastfeeding yesterday?<br />
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I'm glad you asked. It's important, as you were doing an everyday thing. It's also important if you were doing other everyday things, like baby wearing, bed sharing and cuddling your baby if it was distressed. And it's important because... well, imagine it's the year 2111. Researchers are trying to gain an idea about parenting techniques in Britain one hundred years ago. So they look at old television programmes, adverts, newspaper article and movies from 2011, to see how it was done then.<br />
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And what do they find?<br />
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They find Gina Ford, Jo Frost and advice on how to Cry It Out. They find that mothers adored the new follow-on milk, and it was advertised heavily. They read that mothers were told how to train and control their children and how to ignore their baby tyrants from day one.<br />
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That's the impression you'd get from us, from the major media sources around us today. Is that how you parent?<br />
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Let's make sure the future knows how we are parenting, today. Write a journal for yesterday, and post it to <a href="http://www.massobs.org.uk/12may2011.html">Mass Observation.</a> Email only.<br />
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Speak now, on how you do things, and let history record it. Mamas in the future may need the support! :-)<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">People, I have a wonderful joke to share with you, and to ask you to take part in.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Forgive me bringing a totally personal post to this space, but you'll see why, oh you'll laugh! :)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I published a fiction novel on Sunday past. I have been talking about it in my Facebook space, and a lot of you on this subscribe list, will know of it. Some of you will not. I keep the two blogs, and identities, separate.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Or that was the plan!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Completely spontaneously, a fellow writer just declared war on me, about milking cows! Now, this is so sweet. It's sweet for a couple of reasons. One, I think it's very clever of Alan to whip up some publicity for an interview I'm giving on his blog tomorrow, by doing this. He didn't warn me, didn't bring me in on the plan, he just launched off the cliff. Which I take as a huge compliment. And I've responded in kind.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">However.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Oh Great Milk Of Lake, however... he has NO IDEA! He genuinely does not have a clue,why I picked up on the fact in a review of his novel, that he'd made a substantial error, by not having his milking cows milked. He'd had them left in a field, un-milked, for a couple of days, and didn't mention the cows again.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Now, obviously, that's a mistake a lot of men would make! And that I picked up on it, when I reviewed the book, he was genuinely grateful about. But I think it's so sweet he's called war on me, as a joke, and HE DOESN'T KNOW a thing about my lactation profile.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I can hear you smiling.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">So pretty please peeps, let's have some fun with this. Please bombard Alan's blog comments, about how he's such a fool to call me out about milking! About how he really shouldn't have picked on me, to have a fight about lactation. Pretty please?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It's just a bit of fun. It is all in good humour, and it will all fade and die in the next day or so. It's just a cute little publicity stunt, and I'd like to do this for him. Let's try for a good 20 to 30 comments, about how he shouldn't have picked on this Mama, to argue about milk. Please?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And keep it nice and light. This is all in good humour, and I only want to make him smile. If you are on Twitter, you can tweet him on <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/alanryker">@AlanRyker</a> and you can comment on <a href="http://www.alanryker.com/2011/04/on-writing-what-you-know.html">his blog post here</a>.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I'm <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/DreyfussTrilogy">@DreyfussTrilogy</a>, and my responding <a href="http://thedreyfusstrilogy.blogspot.com/2011/04/cheeky-sod.html">blog post</a> is here.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Come on, have some fun. I promise I'll not do this again. :-)</div><div><br />
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As we announced <a href="http://one-of-those-women.blogspot.com/2010/07/breastfeeding-picnics-2010.html">last year</a>, we're changing the time of the Breastfeeding Picnics, from a weekday to the weekend. We had run them, concentrating on Westminster, during the last week of Parliament before the Summer Recess. This was to allow members of both the Commons, and the Lords, to attend.<br />
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However, we found that most MPs reported they'd be more likely to make a local picnic, in their area, over the weekend. And that many Mums felt they couldn't attend mid-week.<br />
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So we moved the dates. :-)<br />
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This year's Picnics will run over the Weekend on June 18th and 19th. It is up to the local organiser, if they go for the Saturday or the Sunday. Most will run for 3 or 4 hours, with a very fluid drop by between x and y, times.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-A9fefXnkEmY/TYN3-qF4unI/AAAAAAAAA3g/hv6wcZLtcqY/s1600/Bournemouth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-A9fefXnkEmY/TYN3-qF4unI/AAAAAAAAA3g/hv6wcZLtcqY/s320/Bournemouth.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Breastfeeding picnics, are just that: a picnic, usually in the park. You choose a spot, tell everyone to turn up, and go have fun in the sun. You also invite your local MP, and tell the local media. The point of the picnic is to raise awareness of the need for proper protection in England & Wales, for breastfeeding (and bottle feeding) babies. Scotland has excellent protection, and we want that protection extended to the whole of the UK. Despite comments that England & Wales, Northern Ireland, The Isle of Man etc, cannot possibly bring in legal protection as civilisation as we know it will end... Scotland doesn't seem to have experienced any problems at all. Everyone know babies and infant get fed, when they are hungry: end of. Any baby, any milk, any caregiver. Simples.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>So, keep out for a list here, on the picnics running in June, and ask yourself if you want to run one. Running one couldn't be easier. Just decide the place, and let us know. We'll send you a couple of information sheets, giving tips on what to do. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_LuY-4Sau75PewhbOkzXAOQuGlyQ2NCXXif2gu-whO0L8FbRj4GHDPhLkiaXtYCzxB8_OIppowXfCGirY_jJb3WcdJ-uaAVHsXyXP9CGiRJUCvOCrpz9XqYy7tyenQww-YVHpCk7xq0/s1600/Durham+flags%252C+by+Sonia+Bailey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_LuY-4Sau75PewhbOkzXAOQuGlyQ2NCXXif2gu-whO0L8FbRj4GHDPhLkiaXtYCzxB8_OIppowXfCGirY_jJb3WcdJ-uaAVHsXyXP9CGiRJUCvOCrpz9XqYy7tyenQww-YVHpCk7xq0/s200/Durham+flags%252C+by+Sonia+Bailey.jpg" width="132" /></a>All you really have to do, is join Yahoo, so you can join in the Yahoo group. It's very low maintenance, with just some discussion around setting up one a year. You can also download the So You Want To Hold A Breastfeeding Picnic and tip sheet, from there. It's moderated, so just give your name and where you want to hold one, and you'll be let in: <a href="http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/Breastfeeding_Picnic/">http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/Breastfeeding_Picnic/</a><br />
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You can also join the Facebook Page, and hold your own 'even't page from there: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=18703668386">http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=18703668386</a> but the help to set up comes from the yahoo space. <br />
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It doesn't matter how big, or small, a Breastfeeding Picnic is. All that matter if that Mums and Kids get together in the sun,and have fun, and raise the awareness that breastfeeding is a perfectly normal OUTDOOR activity. We'd especially like some more in Scotland, as it is about everyone having the same rights.<br />
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So you there! :-)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">You know, it was bad enough when we were being told we had to bring a shower curtain out with us...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now we have to bring the bed too?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So discreet, who would notice you?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Da..da..da.da..da. DA...DAAAAAAAHHHH..<br />
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<i>"If you have been affected by anything in tonight's Eastenders, please phone....."</i><br />
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<i>"Hello, how can I help...."</i><br />
*sobbing*<br />
<i>"We do understand tonight's episode has upset a great many people. How can we help, caller?"</i><br />
*more sobbing*<br />
<i>"Please take your time. We're here to listen. I have a list of advice lines, and I can pass you on when I know what aspect you most need help with. I'll just sit and listen for a moment, okay?</i>"<br />
*broken cries calm down* "Thank you for being there, I just didn't know where to start. I'm not sure what's upset me most. Is it okay if I just babble for a bit?"<br />
<i>"Certainly caller. There were many issues raised tonight, and my job is to find you the right support. In your own time."</i><br />
"Okay, thank you. I'll just think a bit, about the bit that got me most upset. Do you have a helpline for people who've had bad breastfeeding experiences?"<br />
<i>"You found that part, when she wasn't able to breastfeed Tommy, distressing?"</i><br />
"Oh yes, yes. The same thing happened to me, and I wasn't able to feed my baby, and I saw Ronnie tonight, and I thought... I thought, if only someone would tell her, what no one ever told me!"<br />
<i>"And what was that caller?"</i><br />
"That you need to take your bra and dress off first. If only I'd known!" *sobs*<br />
<i>"I quite understand caller. Did you feel bullied by those who did breastfeed, I have a line here to a wonderful helpline paid for by an international baby food company, who understand the issues you were going through...?"</i><br />
"No, no, I'm fine now, Jack was so helpful, going straight out and buying the formula, that calmed me down.... *begins wailing once more...*"<br />
<i>"In your own time, caller."</i><br />
"Okay, I was wondering if you had a helpline about eating disorders?"<br />
<i>"We do... although...."</i><br />
"... because clearly, with both babies being anorexic..."<br />
<i>"Pardon..?"</i><br />
"Well, you know, with both babies not needing food. Just lying there, silent, and awake, for hours and hours and hours on end, and not once crying for food. It was just so obvious that they had an unnaturally suppressed appetite. It doesn't make sense otherwise. I mean no one even checked a nappy!"<br />
<i>"ehmmm....."</i><br />
"Although, of course, that wasn't the most obvious trauma, as a viewer. Programmes just don't take their responsibility to the viewers, and their real lives, seriously... *sob*"<br />
<i>"That's why we are here... do you..."</i><br />
"Do you have a helpline number for early signs of dementia?"<br />
<i>"Uhm, yes, ..."</i><br />
"Oh good, that got me really upset, Roxy's memory loss."<br />
<i>"I'm sorry...?"</i><br />
"When she was told that baby Tommy had died, and she completely forget the 5 minutes it took to get past Ronnie, as she was sure Ronnie was telling her baby James was dead, and then she stood there crying, and couldn't bear the pain. To forget that overnight... will her storyline develop about her early onset memory loss do you know..?"<br />
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<i>"Ehm,.. no, sorry, we don't have those details."</i><br />
"Pity. *cries again* This is really helping you know, talking it out. do you have a helpline for those unable to process sizes?"<br />
<i>"I'm sorry, I don't understand..?"</i><br />
"You know, market stall holders who sell one size baby grow for a preemie, and an 8lb whopper term, and they both fit and no one can see the difference..?"<br />
<i>"Ehmm,, no.... "</i><br />
"Pity. I suppose that's just a silly one though.... *hysterical tears*"<br />
<i>"There are no silly ones, caller, all our feelings are valid...."</i><br />
"That's so nice for you to say. I feel better now. I think I can actually talk about the really upsetting bits now."<br />
<i>"I'm listening...."</i><br />
"For instance... do you have a helpline for Lochia Anonymous?"<br />
<i>"Pardon...?"</i><br />
"Oh, I know it's silly, but I look at those two wonderful women, Kat & Ronnie, and I feel ashamed about my own experience. I mean there they are, in the same clothes, for over 14 hours, and they've slept in them, or run through the streets of London with a hospital gown on.. and they've not had to change their bleeding pads once."<br />
<i>"I'm sorry caller, we ask you not to swear, or use abusive language on calls."</i><br />
"Sorry..?"<br />
<i>"Please don't talk about *bleep* pads. Did you mean iPads?"</i><br />
"No, I was talking about how ashamed I was, that I leaked after childbirth. It's obviously not normal."<br />
<i>"Do you want a childbirth support line...?"</i><br />
"No. I'd rather just talk it through a bit longer, if that's all right with you?"<br />
<i>"You're in charge of the call, caller."</i><br />
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<i>"Yes, caller...?"</i><br />
"Do you have a helpline for those with sight impairment..?"<br />
<i>"Yes, but, again, I'm not sure..."</i><br />
"Nothing, I suppose I'm being silly again. Maybe I need to step back from the events and look at it as TV?"<br />
<i>"If you think that will help you..."</i><br />
"Well, it does. Do you have any helplines about TV?<br />
<i>"About TV...?"</i><br />
"Yes, you know, maybe a Todorov Syndrome one?"<br />
<i>"I'm sorry caller...? "</i><br />
"Well, Narrative Structure Failure then? You know, beginnings, middles, ends, not knowing what way they should go, not knowing when to actually move onto the next scene and stop looking at the same character for too long. Emotional Pornography and Soaps Helpline..? Have you got one of those?"<br />
*frantic key pressing* <i>"Ehm, sorry caller, not quite sure ... just give me a moment...."</i><br />
"Or maybe something to do with Cause & Effect? Logic and rational thought abuse?"<br />
*ping* <i>"Ah, we do have something here... the Spock's Smile Society.. they help you deal with plot twists that break inner logic for a cheap shot ending, would that help?"</i><br />
"Maybe.... "<br />
*clicking of keys" <i>"Mmm... not sure that's your best bet actually, another file is opening up.. never found this part of the system before... We do have a few on Delayed Ejaculation... how long can you overshoot the shot...?"</i><br />
"That sounds like we're in the right area.... "<br />
*excited*<i>"Caller, I think I know which helpline you need!"</i><br />
"Really? Oh Good, which one?"<br />
<i>"We have one named Support For Pig Shit Ignorant BBC Programme Makers. It's internal, so I can put you through directly."</i><br />
"Oh, that sounds the right one, please put me through."<br />
<i>"Certainly. Good Luck, I hope we've helped this evening. Transferring now."</i><br />
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"<i>Welcome to the BBC Support for Pig Shit Ignorance Helpline. Please listen carefully to the following options</i>.<br />
<i>If you are a middle class professional, who wishes to write drama about subjects you have no research in, and no interest in, please press No 1, and leave your contact details. We will contact you shortly.</i><br />
<i>If you are a female middle class professional, willing to defend in print, all BBC storylines about how hard it is to be a career women and be taken seriously as a mother, and I formula fed, CIOd, naughty stepped and left my baby with a Nanny 18 hours a day... and all my children are just fine and we have a wonderful relationship when they come back from boarding school... press 2 and leave your husband's contact details. We will check with him if the 90 hour a week workload we'll expect of you, is fine with him. Unless you are divorced, in which case hang up.</i><br />
<i>If you are not middle class, and you are phoning to complain about a factual accuracy contained in any BBC programme, please press 3 and leave your contact details. We will get an adult literacy scheme to contact you, and they can teach you to read and write. Then you can understand our programmes betterer.</i><br />
<i>If you are a person who has experienced, directly, a situation portrayed in a BBC programme, and wish to complain about our accuracy or ridiculous attempts to shoe horn plot into any shape we desire... please hang up and eff off. We don't make programmes just for you. Try to think of the rest of the nation. You are not qualified to understand Good Drama, dickhead.</i><br />
<i>Thank you for calling the BBC. A thought before you go: have you paid your licence fee?"</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">all images copyright the BBC 2011 and are used for satirical purposes only</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13479061759803882187noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688291830429158315.post-87205019886485782292010-12-07T03:51:00.000-08:002011-07-14T03:44:26.791-07:00Silk Purse from a Sow's Ear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHECdLYwOXpA2Lj9MFSSaGecSCpDrKFNQIf-UUJmVCVbmgv7g1Zzw-SpzqDyJRZl5V5gRFK-l7QLvveldqX9maS1y7EnUfVJLBRxZK4swmFQK4VKaGM7ssRKF1-wyl1tmXPkAABILJsQ/s1600/newpig2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHECdLYwOXpA2Lj9MFSSaGecSCpDrKFNQIf-UUJmVCVbmgv7g1Zzw-SpzqDyJRZl5V5gRFK-l7QLvveldqX9maS1y7EnUfVJLBRxZK4swmFQK4VKaGM7ssRKF1-wyl1tmXPkAABILJsQ/s320/newpig2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Well, who'd'v'thunk it? Something useful has come from the Equalities Act debacle!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For newer readers, we have been campaigning for years, to get at least equivalent protection for breastfeeding in public spaces in England & Wales, and Northern Ireland, as exist in very fortunate Scotland.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The last Labour Government put together a huge Equalities Act, with lots of decent legislation. But the breastfeeding protection was a joke - nothing at all in public spaces, and mothers had to sue privately if it was goods and services. Loads of confusion about ages and pathways to sue.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">HOWEVER.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And it's such a nice however... UK Gov has published this handy dandy gorgeous <a href="http://www.equalities.gov.uk/pdf/GEO_EqualityLaw_Business_acc2.pdf">little leaflet</a>. It's a business handy guide to the Equalities Act. As such, it is very condensed, and contains bullet points, not long detail.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So it contains, on page 4, this LOVELY detail:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>Breastfeeding mothers</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The Act has specifically clarified that it is unlawful </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">to discriminate against a woman because she is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">breastfeeding.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Ensure that women to whom you are providing </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">goods, facilities and services are able to breastfeed </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">should they so wish.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>Example</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Saul, a bus driver, tells Kate, who is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">breastfeeding on the bus, that if she </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">does not either stop or get off the bus </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">she could be arrested for indecency. This </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">is not only inaccurate, but is unlawful </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">direct discrimination, and the company </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">will be liable under the Equality Act </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">2010 unless it can show that it has taken </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">all reasonable steps to stop the driver </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">from acting in this way. Saul will be liable </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">whether or not his employer is.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So there you go mothers. Go to the website, print off this nice little leaflet, and fold it into your bag, pocket or changing stuff. Print off several, Highlight the correct bit. Hand them out!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, it is missing essential detail. But it does so in a way that is so very very very useful. For scaring the arrogance out of people in shops and cafes!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Crown copyright leaflet, July 2010 JN40172 What an amazing little resource you are! :-)<br />
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PDF: <a href="http://www.homeoffice.gov.uk/publications/equalities/equality-act-publications/equality-act-guidance/business-summary?view=Binary">Here</a></div><div><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13479061759803882187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688291830429158315.post-27520873781523311012010-11-29T15:05:00.000-08:002010-12-01T05:02:28.604-08:00Damoclean Dilemmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbWKrMJl87TdwlrQNV0wDfLhA0q_tXPvOUeyvtWHmLEQGuVSW1yZI9rQ2GmQRcZXZeVPhqyqr-W9znjDo9W6ps0XKe-cT2Wk94S4Q9X4tfFxUZm9J0j20wJ41LIaU3HEl1OzqdhkhtcU/s1600/Sword_of_Damocles_by_ikaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbWKrMJl87TdwlrQNV0wDfLhA0q_tXPvOUeyvtWHmLEQGuVSW1yZI9rQ2GmQRcZXZeVPhqyqr-W9znjDo9W6ps0XKe-cT2Wk94S4Q9X4tfFxUZm9J0j20wJ41LIaU3HEl1OzqdhkhtcU/s320/Sword_of_Damocles_by_ikaa.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">The Sword of Damocles, by <a href="http://ikaa.deviantart.com/art/Sword-of-Damocles-42403155">ikaa</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been asked to repost here, in an open forum, two comments I made about the informed milk sharing, in the past 24 hours. You can see by the context, I'm discussing attitudes to milk sharing, and the female body. You can also tell by the picture, and the title, my thoughts on the position we put mothers into, when discussing this. :-) The comments stand alone, but I'll ask permission for the post I'm responding to on number one, to be published here - when the poster wakes up on the other side of the planet!<br />
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EDIT: permission given. And can I just thank Karleen Gribble and award her the Nobel No Prize, for "peer to peer milk sharing" and the apt and accurate comparison between bed, and milk, sharing. Go Karleen!<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><b>So my prophecy came to pass</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">A milk banking person saying how dirty and dangerous informal milk sharing is.... sigh... Jack Newman is quoted with similar sentiments in the same article. Very unhelpful and fits right in with the pervasive viewpoint that breastfeeding and breastmilk is icky, dangerous stuff that should be kept hidden- part of the reason why breastfeeding in public is so unacceptable and why working mums get such grief about their expressed breastmilk from their colleagues and from the carers of their infants. Shame! Shame!<br />
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Karleen Gribble<br />
Australia<br />
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http://www.thestar.com/living/article/898077--breast-milk-banks-latch-on-to-social-media<br />
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However, the society does not endorse informal milk sharing. "I think it's dangerous," says Dr. Sharon Unger, a neonatologist at Mount Sinai Hospital. "I completely understand why women do it, but you really don't know what you're getting . . . it's very unsafe."<br />
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Unger is spearheading an initiative to set up a Toronto milk bank, but says it's still a few years away - pending more research and funding - and will initially make sick babies its priority</span></span></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Just to add my tuppence worth here to Karleen's prescience, and with respect to Diane, ask people to Watch Their Language.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Those of us in the lactation community who disagree with mothers taking control of their own milk supply, are using very specific language..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">The Risks of Informal Milk Sharing.. casual milk sharing... unprocessed milk sharing... all of which are misnomers.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">What is being discussed by the mothers taking control, is the difference between Informed, and Uninformed, Milk Sharing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">"Informal" milk sharing is being used to suggest no discipline, methodology or information about milk sharing. It conjures up the Hoary Old Spectre of the slack alice mother, going on ebay to buy a shed load of human milk, from the woman keeping her breast pump in the dog basket. The crack whore is also selling her milk, when discussing "Informal Milk Sharing." said crack whore has just come from her HIV treatment centre (which is [not] a problem actually, as she'll be on ARVs, but let's not muddy the analogy with science!) That woman down the end of the street with a fur coat and no knickers is involved in informal milk sharing, and she's giving it to the daft woman at No 6, who buys stuff from Internet channels as well.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">However, when discussing Informed Milk Sharing, mothers are engaged in a discourse with each other, and the science and research, on which is the greater risk to their baby - donated human milk, or formula. They are discussing screening options, and processing options. They are scrutinising blood readouts and health check information. They are deciding how to mitigate risks, so they are less than those of feeding formula.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">The removal of this aspect of the discussion, on various forums and posts, is very troubling to me. The various milk sharing sites make information known to all women, of the spectra of risks that can exist in milk sharing. And most provide resources on how to mediate, or mitigate, them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">To deny that element to the discussions, is to do a great disservice to everyone.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">So please, can we stop with the 'Informal Milk Sharing' and be specific. You may as well just go straight to Icky Milk Sharing.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">You may disagree with mothers making informed decisions on milk. You may think it's a terrible idea. You may genuinely believe that no mother can mitigate the risks. But to present the concept as having no discussion at all of the risks, is disingenuous at best, and dishonest at worst.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Mothers can undertake discussions about risk: let's not rob them of that, no matter how we feel about Informed versus Uninformed, milk sharing.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Informed Milk Sharing is the activity under discussion.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;"><b>The discussion about "peer-to-peer" milk sharing</b><br />
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Do you like that terminology better Morgan??<br />
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I think that the discussion about peer to peer milk sharing has much in common with discussion of bedsharing with infants- in that it's something that one cannot outright recommend because it depends on the situation. I've given many interviews over the years to journalists about bedsharing and many have wanted me to say that it's safe and parents should do it. I won't.<br />
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Why?? Because we know that there are situations in which bed sharing is not safe. What I do do is state that there are good reasons why mothers share sleep surfaces with their infants, that they should be given information about how to manage the risks of bed sharing and then that it is up to parents to look at their individual circumstances and make their decision about where their baby sleeps and what that environment looks like. It's much the same with milk sharing. Mothers have good reasons why they might want to use donor human milk from a peer. They should be given information about how to manage the risks of sharing milk and then it's up to them to decide what to do. No professional needs to endorse milk sharing, nor do they need to condemn it. It is entirely possible for professionals asked to provide comment to recognised why women might want to obtain human milk via peers (banked donor milk unavailable, infant formula deficient), how they might manage the risks associated with peer to peer milk sharing (recognising that the risks are manageable) and that it's up to parents to decide what to do.<br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">No one is minimising risks, or invalidating actual risks.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">But the construction that women are inherently diseased, and must be tested and tested and tested, to maintain their purity, is one we cannot allow to stand.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">That we live in a society where women are healthier, better fed, more intelligent and have more power to make informed decisions, than has ever occurred on the planet before... that is what needs to be the opening statement. In that context, other women are a resource to help keep our babies alive.. a resource that has to be looked at where the majority of women are perfectly acceptable donors, with some work done to ensure risk has been minimised... is the one we should be aiming for.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">That wonderful Chinese police officer, who breastfed, and kept alive safely, 5 babies, in an emergency, would, in terms of this discussion, being told to let them die, rather than infect them with whatever she couldn't prove she didn't have? She was breastfeeding her own baby, so what? She's AUTOMATICALLY too dangerous to feed another without a battery of testing? </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">The irony here, is that we're asking for a level of purity that is nigh on impossible, from the cleanest, safest, healthiest nations on earth.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">And this notion that we must assume disease, rather than work with each individual circumstance, is going to do so much harm, and harm so many babies, if we let this myth be constructed around us.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">The vast majority of mothers in the countries considering milk sharing (which requires a huge amount of hygiene and money rich resources) have all been tested during their own pregnancy, just prior to their lactation. Certainly, in the USA, where litigation is a more everyday fact of life, then more caution would have to be used. but that's about context.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The spectrum of mothers available for donation, starts with the VAST majority being perfectly safe to donate, and all of whom, just about, have the blood work to prove it. Only when you get into tiny percentages of overall population, do you run into the TINY percentage of the population, that should not donate.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Whilst we continue to discuss the entire spectrum as only the TINY minority, babies will be harmed.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Already, in the USA, double the newborns on formula, die as on breastmilk. Seeing every mother who may give life giving milk to a baby without enough, as Typhoid Mary, is simply obscene. And ignores the science, and the general population's actual behaviour and health.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Again, that heart warming story of the baby being breastfed by 5 young mothers, on a rota, as the baby's mother died in childbirth... gone. That baby is now on formula. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">The double standard here is that you are asking more of a woman, than you are of a cow. Even when we know the cow's milk has potentially lethal contamination in up to 14% of the product. Yes, there is merit in the cross-species argument, versus same species, but that's part of the balance of risks for that individual baby - not a huge banner statement that infection and disease is running rife through our mothers and babies.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">And we know that far LESS than 14% of the lactating population, is a risk. And that's before we get to the fact that most women are looking at both screening, and home flash heating with donated milk.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I can see a doctor's office, in the not to distant future, where a Dr is telling a mother not to breastfeed her own baby, until she can prove her milk is safe. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">And the seeds of that horrible vision, are being sown in here, right now.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I grew up in a world where doctors and scientists had told mothers not to breastfeed, as their milk was not good enough. I cannot comprehend that returning via well meaning intentions on fear based philosophies. And you will see it rise, I can assure you, in the wake of these discussions on the automatic dangers of diseased women, and their polluting bodily fluids, that must be sanctified as 'safe'... by science and technology.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">The risks are relatively small, the base population immensely healthy. The way to mitigate the risks, quite easy and manageable. The decision, the mother's. She should be supported in her decision, in either direction. That's the baseline.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I've stood by women who are HIV positive, who were being told needlessly, that their babies would be removed at birth, and they would never see them again, if they breastfed. I've listened to their anger, and their fury, and their fear. I've heard them cry. I've had to inform them of the dangers of the drugs they were being forced to take, to dry their milk. When there is no reason for this AT ALL. </span></span><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13479061759803882187noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688291830429158315.post-68337490584937888212010-11-25T15:16:00.000-08:002010-11-26T03:10:21.142-08:00ManHood Health Warns Of Contamination Fears<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAuXIU-xqDTU-9ERGoBS3YnnPhturLNDkBJpQp6CwukzFVhV4FH3sqsTICscIE-_X1dS5ELcGPCRnFKTeoR_-yx-JR0ug7XCTPfMNH37WtQ8a9UVdBkguVGUZvbPPU3SIARpTrl9u4Tk/s1600/06hysterical431x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAuXIU-xqDTU-9ERGoBS3YnnPhturLNDkBJpQp6CwukzFVhV4FH3sqsTICscIE-_X1dS5ELcGPCRnFKTeoR_-yx-JR0ug7XCTPfMNH37WtQ8a9UVdBkguVGUZvbPPU3SIARpTrl9u4Tk/s400/06hysterical431x300.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">An urgent health alert has been widely circulated today, by ManHood Health, the world's largest health agency. In a dramatic and quite clumsy fashion, ManHood Health made the following statement:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"It has come to our attention at ManHood Health, that women are gossiping on the internet. Usually, we're fine about this, as the internet can be an excellent source of recipe ideas and general household support. In fact, my wife got a stain out of my ManHood Science White Coat, just last week. However, things took a serious turn, when my wife pointed out that a fellow woman, had posted about not using cow's milk to feed babies, but using human milk. We looked at the site, and discovered it was true. So we just had to act, by making this worldwide statement:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">DON'T GO NEAR ICKY FEMALE BODY FLUIDS!!!!!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Not unless the female in question is a cow, anyhows."</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">ManHood Health went on to explain...</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">"What all those Pretty Young Things on the 'net don't seem to understand is that women are pretty diseased creatures. They do that bleeding thing once a month, and all that hysterical jazz about you not putting the toilet seat back down. Honestly, you just can't reason with them when their womb is all travelling round their body like. Would you like to drink milk that's been near a womb?"</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">When it was pointed out that cows have wombs, Dr Testy Rone of ManHood Health, retorted "That's just like a woman - not understanding the deeper issues. Of course cows have wombs, but they are scientific cows, and their milk is processed scientifically. It's all perfect and sterile and not involved in sex games with human males. Well, not usually anyhows. But the point is we at ManHood Health, sanctify cow's milk as safe and free from bugs and dog hairs, and deadly sex diseases that eat your brain and get your insurance refused. You can't say that about women's milk, can you?"</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">When faced with the mountain of scientific evidence that breast milk sharing can be safe and even HIV can be removed with a simple at home in the kitchen treatment, Dr Testy Rone exploded..</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">"Will you stop trying to read books! Honestly, do you have a science degree? I can assure you, that no matter what some other WOMAN has told you on THE INTERNET, it's just not true. Please don't feed diseased and flawed human female milk to your babies, unless a man has stated it's been scientifically processed to be as safe as formula."</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">We did mention to Dr Testy, the report that had been written by a man, earlier this month, about beetle parts and eggs in dried cow's milk being fed to babies, but he put the phone down on us.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">So there you are ladies... please follow the advice of ManHood Health, and stop twittering about mother to mother support. You're just not qualified to make these decisions, and cannot be trusted to do any such dangerous thing on your own. Please refer to a ManHood Health specialist near you. Or your husband. Or your father. Or your younger brother, maybe.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Next week, we look at Patriarchy, Hegemony and Toilet Seats... does the toilet seat always have to be down?</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13479061759803882187noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688291830429158315.post-16379192337082770822010-09-30T07:37:00.000-07:002010-10-02T12:59:49.427-07:00Facebook Obscenity Strike Again!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB0JM-ee5QaXiiHyrHYkCz2HptizWIJBJxB5d9wdsW2JUp9pDyaeQ5ZwgFHSq9l-CLx26vCu1WbnFeB0J_7gMxxrVfnfNDrRarXNyoOzk7UD-Kko9E1zRbrRKlCvcXpsCnrmAT02M30k4/s1600/Emma's+Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB0JM-ee5QaXiiHyrHYkCz2HptizWIJBJxB5d9wdsW2JUp9pDyaeQ5ZwgFHSq9l-CLx26vCu1WbnFeB0J_7gMxxrVfnfNDrRarXNyoOzk7UD-Kko9E1zRbrRKlCvcXpsCnrmAT02M30k4/s400/Emma's+Photo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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This photograph is <a href="http://one-of-those-women.blogspot.com/2008/12/censored-by-facebook.html">so obscene</a>, the mother's entire Facebook account has been deleted. Yes, it's <a href="http://one-of-those-women.blogspot.com/2009/01/distraught-mother-speaks-hey-facebook.html">Emma Kwasnica's</a> account. Or was. Again.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Can you see aureole? Can you see a nipple? And I've enlarged it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=145119075532009">Protest Group Here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">*sigh*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Record of all photos deleted by Facebook as obscene, <a href="http://www.tera.ca/photos6.html">here</a>.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">EDIT: And on the same day, they took out Kate Hanson. For her obscene artwork:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Protest group: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bring-Kate-Hansen-Back/158650934153629">here</a>.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Edit Oct 2: Kate Hansen in back. Emma is not. This one will be interesting. Kate is Art. Emma is Photographs... obviously, photographs of real mothers and babies, not the same as painted ones... ;-)<br />
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Edit: October 2. Emma is BACK!!!! :-)<br />
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Her status update:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has.”<br />
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Cow and Gate have started a campaign to target newly qualified midwives, to 'help' them in their day to day practice.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0090d9; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;">The In Practice website is full of useful information, resources and services for the exclusive use of registered HCPs. </span><br />
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<a href="http://www.in-practice.co.uk/">The site</a> offers leaflets, study days and training days, And All You Ever Needed To Know About Cow & Gate Formula. Including downloadable patient information sheets, on such things as the benefits of all that chemical junk they put in formula, <a href="http://one-of-those-women.blogspot.com/2008/05/martek-sponsoring-midwives-in-good.html">to fool Mums into buying the top brand</a> with all the <a href="http://www.cornucopia.org/DHA/DHA_Executive_Summary_web.pdf">untested ingredients</a>.<br />
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Sickeningly, on top of all that, they also offer free podcasts downloads of Formula sponsored 'nutritional synposiums' on baby nutrition... including info on the pre-term baby and nutrition.<br />
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All targeted directly at a newly qualified midwife near you.<br />
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All of which directly <a href="http://www.ibfan.org/issue-international_code-full.html">contravenes Code</a>: <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; font-size: 14px;"><i>7.2 Information provided by manufacturers and distributors to health professionals regarding products within the scope of this Code should be restricted to scientific and factual matters, and such information should not imply or create a belief that bottle feeding is equivalent or superior to breastfeeding. It should also include</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; font-size: 14px;"><i> </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; font-size: 14px;"><i>the information specified in Article 4.2.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; font-size: 14px;"><i>4.2 Informational and educational materials, whether written, audio, or visual, dealing with the feeding of infants and intended to reach pregnant women and mothers of infants and young children, should include<br />
clear information on all the following points:<br />
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<strong>1.</strong> the benefits and superiority of breastfeeding;<br />
<strong>2. </strong>maternal nutrition, and the preparation for and maintenance of breastfeeding;<br />
<strong>3. </strong>the negative effect on breastfeeding of introducing partial bottle feeding;<br />
<strong>4.</strong> the difficulty of reversing the decision not to breastfeed; and<br />
<strong>5.</strong> where needed, the proper use of infant formula, whether manufactured industrially or home prepared.<br />
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When such materials contain information about the use of infant formula, they should include the social and financial implications of its use; the health hazards of inappropriate foods or feeding methods; and, in particular, the health hazards of unnecessary or improper use of infant formula and other breastmilk substitutes. Such materials should not use any pictures or text which may idealise the use of breastmilk substitutes.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; font-size: 14px;">Go on, search their 'helpful' site, and find all that info on the social and economic cost of not breastfeeding, and in particular the research on the many problems on using soil bacteria to mimic mother's milk.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; font-size: 14px;">I'm sure you'll find it all there.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; font-size: 14px;">Cow & Gate: because the best person to tell you about your baby, nutrition and formula, is the company making a profit from selling it to you. Oh, silly me... the best person to tell <b><i>your midwife</i></b> about your baby, nutrition and formula is.... the company making a profit from selling it to you....</span><br />
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