A Writer I Like Adds Fuel to the Mommy Wars < Sigh >
Hanna Rosin's work measuring American political and religious winds has interested me for years. Now she has written an article for the Atlantic wherein she all but says breastfeeding makes women insane, twice.
Of course she is smart and a good researcher so she makes an excellent argument for giving in to the pressures against breastfeeding. Trouble is she calls women who nurse their children crazy--well actually one time it is the La Leche League lady who says her group is a little crazy. In any case it makes me a little angry.
What surprised me is Rosin seems disinterested in reducing crazy-making barriers to breastfeeding--labor policies that make staying at home or pumping so challenging, family law with no "tender years" provisions in contested divorces--or calling out the bitchy, superior uber-lacto mammas for their ridiculous judgments, as opposed to the nursing itself.
Could we please get to the point where a nursing mother attracts less consternation than the average midriff baring, tramp-stamped teen, before we call an end to the campaign to make breastfeeding acceptable across U.S. social classes and settings.
Funny thing is when you get to the end of her article, Rosin, a nursing mom, acknowledges that nursing contact with a baby is unique and she will "probably miss it" when her baby is weaned.
A long time high school English teacher, now mostly writing, I wish I could say I love my new vocation.
I don't. Though I have loved a steady news reporting gig, I've apparently outlived that work and haven't quite made the leap to monetizing by page views.
It's as if I hit my stride as a horse and carriage driver about the time Ford popularized the Model-T. My particular skill with a buggy whip seems a little redundant, at least in Maine where excellent writers are thick on the ground.
For now, I produce feature copy for a highbrow glossy real estate shopper called OpenFences, and am picking away at My Mother's Recipe Box, a project/paper meant to get me to the last stage of a ridiculously protracted master's degree in American and New England Studies.
However, I do love to travel. I've been to four of the six continents, every state in the Union but Alaska, and five Canadian provinces. With some luck, maybe I'll find a way to wrangle some writing assignments out of my devotion to the road.
On this blog, sometimes I write about high quality education, food, safe homes and workplaces, and reliable health care for all. Other times I don't.