Breasts, knockers, boobies, hooters – there are more names for this one area of the female anatomy than any other. They’re gawked at, giggled at, drooled over and some are more enhanced than digital photography. But stick a baby on the end of one of them; the laughing stops and people turn their heads in horror. I actually witnessed one gentleman trip over a small dog while attempting to pass by a nursing mother without actually having to make eye-breast contact. Now I realize that almost the entire male population is under the impression that women’s breasts were invented purely for their enjoyment. Well, to an infant male – that pretty much wraps it up. But why is it that the same men who will trip all over themselves to catch a peek down a woman’s blouse on the subway, are quite offended by the glimpse of a nipple in the mouth of a breastfeeding baby? Why are breasts only socially acceptable when adorned with tassels, rather than a nursing infant? And it’s not like breastfeeding mothers are strutting around with their blouses gaping, yelling “Hey you! Look over here! I’ve got my boobs exposed for you to ogle! Check ‘em out!” Nursing mothers are simply feeding their babies. And usually quite discreetly, I might add. And personally, given the choice between a screaming infant and a content baby at his mother’s breast? I’ll take a flash of flesh any day.

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