I remember back in my younger days discussing the “invention” of milk.  We’d always ask, “What person thought, ‘I think I’ll go suck on that part of a cow and drink whatever comes out!’?”  then giggle hysterically at the notion.

Years later, breast have become the strangest obsession for me.  Why did no one tell me that’s how you fed your young? Why did it have to come as such a surprise when I was pregnant with Baby J?  I’d stand in the shower, 38 weeks pregnant, trying to figure out just exactly how milk would come out.  It saddens me that breastfeeding is so foreign to our society that I had to learn about the natural way to feed my son.  Or maybe I’m just a moron who had no idea while everyone else knew (that thought saddens me too though).

So why do most insist our breasts are a sexual commodity?  Because they’re not.  They’re not a carnal part of a woman that only lovers and medical professionals should see. They’re the “tit of life” as I like to call it.  They nurture and comfort, they are organic nutrients, and mostly they are.. well.. NOT unnatural!

I have no problem with formula feeding.  In fact, I’m a part-time formula feeder.  So no, I will not be participating on the debate between breast is best and formula forever.

What I will say is this: society is obsessed with breasts for all the wrong reasons.  They are beautiful and amazing and can assist in sustaining life!  And for that, I will obsess.

P.S.  If Bear Grylls was a breastfeeding mother, would he drink his own milk when lost in the wilderness?