A number of people have contacted me wondering whether I’m going to say something about the Atlantic Monthly article.
I think it’s had way too much oxygen already, and I really don’t want to devote hours or days of my life comprehensively picking it to pieces, much as I might like to tackle things like the dichotomy the author constructs between breastfeeding and “working in any meaningful way”.
So I’ll just say this: It’s auto-Godwinned.
When that didn’t work out, they panicked about their babies’ missing out on the milky elixir. One of them sat on my couch the other day hooked up to tubes and suctions and a giant deconstructed bra, looking like some fetish ad, or a footnote from the Josef Mengele years. Looking as far as humanly possible from Eve in her natural, feminine state.
And that’s enough said, for me.