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"Poet Hollie McNish has created what perhaps may be the most epic response to critics of public breastfeeding to exist. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiS8q_fifa0 Transcript: “At first I thought it was ok I could understand their reasons They said ‘There might be young [...]" · View
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    Poet Hollie McNish has created what perhaps may be the most epic response to critics of public breastfeeding to exist.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiS8q_fifa0
    Transcript:
    ”At first
    I thought it was ok
    I could understand their reasons
    They said ’There might be young children or a nervous man seeing’
    this small piece of flesh that they weren’t quite expecting
    so I whispered and tiptoed with nervous discretion.
    But after six months of her life sat sitting on lids
    Sipping on her milk nostrils sniffing up piss
    Trying not to bang her head on toilet roll dispensers
    I wonder whether these public loo feeds offend her?
    Cos I’m getting tired of discretion and being ’polite’ as my baby’s first sips are drowned drenched in shite,
    I spent the first feeding months of her beautiful life
    Feeling nervous and awkward and wanting everything right.
    Surrounded by family until I stepped out the house
    It took me eight weeks to get the confidence to go into town
    Now the comments around me cut like a knife
    As I rush into toilet cubicles feeling nothing like nice.
    Because I’m giving her milk that’s not in a bottle
    Wishing the cocaine generation white powder would topple
    I see pyramid sales pitches across our green globe
    and female breasts banned. Unless they’re out just for show.
    And the more I go out, the more I can’t stand it,
    I walk into town feel I’m surrounded by bandits
    Cos in this country of billboards covered in ’tits’
    and family newsagents’ magazines full of it
    Whsmith top shelves out for men – Why don’t you complain about them then?
    In this country of billboards covered in ’tits’
    and family newsagents magazines full of it
    Whsmith top shelves out for men, I’m getting embarrassed
    In case a small flash of flesh might offend.
    And I’m mot trying to ’parade’ this, I don’t want to make a show
    But when I’m told I’d be better just staying at home
    And when another friend I know is thrown off a bus
    And another woman told to get out the pub
    Even my grandma said maybe I was ’sexing it up’.
    And I’m sure the milk makers love all this fuss
    All the cussing and worry and looks of disgust
    As another mother turns from nipples to powder
    Ashamed or embarrassed by comments around her and
    As I hold her head up and pull my cardy across and she sips on the liquor made by everyones God, I think
    For God sake, Jesus drank it
    So did Sidhartha, Muhammed and Moses and both of their fathers
    Ganesh and Shiva and Brighid and Buddha and I’m sure they weren’t doing it sniffing up piss as their mothers sat embarassed on cold toilet lids
    In a country of billboards covered in ’tits’
    In a country of low cut tops cleavage and skin
    In a country of cloth bags and recycling bins and as I desperately try to take all of it in,
    I hold her head up
    I can’t get my head round
    The anger towards us and not to the sounds
    of lorries offloading formula milk
    into countries where water runs dripping in filth
    In towns where breasts are oasis of life
    now dried up in two for one offers, enticed by labels and logos and gold standard rights
    claiming ’breastmilk is healthier powdered and white’
    packaged and branded and sold at a price so that nothing is free in this money fuelled life.
    Which is fine
    If you need it or prefer and can afford to use bottles, where water is clean and bacteria boiled,
    but in towns where they drown in pollution and sewage
    bottled kids die and they knew that they’d do it
    In families where pennies are savoured like sweets
    We’re now paying for one thing that’s always been free
    In villages empty of hospital beds
    babies die, diarrhoea fuelled that breastmilk would end
    So no more will I sit on these cold toilet lids
    No matter how embarrassed I feel as she sips
    Cos in this country of billboards covered in ’tits’
    I think I should try to get used to this.”

  • andrea s commented on the blog post Feministing Five: Martha Plimpton (Part Two)   1 year, 1 month ago · View

    “You hear the word heroine, you don’t think of family. You think of Betsy Ross or something.”

    Something I’ve recently realized as well. And the women who suffered as well, who were born too early for feminism, who missed out—they’re also heroes. What a totally lovely interview.

  • andrea s became a registered member   1 year, 3 months ago · View

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