Stains
Yesterday I grabbed a clean shirt and put it on only to notice that it had a big breast milk stain right where one would expect such a stain to be. I can't wear a shirt with a breast milk stain, which is actually kind of surprising because I wear stained clothes all the time. Spit-up stains, food stains, even baby poop stains, don't really bother me. There is something extra embarrassing about breast milk stains. It's kind of like period stains. Then I started wondering why these particularly feminine stains are so embarrassing, almost shameful. It reminded me of how people seem to think discussing male parts is hilarious good fun, but if you say the word cervix in mixed company people will look at you like you're describing vivisection. So my feminist hackles were slightly raised, but I still didn't want to wear the shirt. So I put on my triathlon shirt, and that made me feel a little better.
In other news, here is a picture of me with the kids. (I like saying 'the kids' now that I have two.) I believe there is a little spit-up on my shirt.
In other news, here is a picture of me with the kids. (I like saying 'the kids' now that I have two.) I believe there is a little spit-up on my shirt.
posted by Maggie | 1:25 PM
4 Comments:
Y'all look great, spit-up and all! :-) Thanks for the pic.
Re: stains - good points, though I also think there's some truth to the theory that we all tend to be more embarrassed by stains made by stuff that came out of *us* than we are by stuff that came out of another creature, including kids.
And men enjoy discussing man parts only because men are, in fact, nothing but 13-year-old-boys trapped in an X-year-old's body. Women don't suffer from the same affliction, by and large.
Anna Lucia regurged a bit today, splattering thick, white spray right on Mike's package.
It was quite humorous. heehee.
Anonymous, you just made me laugh so hard that bits of half-chewed glaric bread are now all over my monitor.
Maggie, on the one hand I agree with Mike. Most males really are 13-year-old-Bevis/ Buttheads trapped in the bodies of supposed men. But on the other hand, I think you're trying to compare apples and organes. Said 13-year-old-boys would giggle just as much as the words breast and vigina as they giggle and grunt when discussing most male parts. But I've never really seen anyone talk about their prostrate with the same gusto used to discuss the other parts. So I'm thinking we all have parts that are more or less fun and more or less disgusting and more or less just plain forgetten.
I love the picture of "your kids"! I hate the stains and was thinking similar thoughts tonight (after I forgot that I wasnt wearing any breast pads and wearing a new shirt, duh!)and read your post. BTW, when did you do a triathlon?
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