Last week I saw a video pass on Facebook. It was gory. A ‘sexy’ lady has car trouble. Two guys stop to help her out, but one dude starts raping her. She stabs him in the groin and mixes him to bits and piece to use as fuel for the car.

Millions of views.

Hmm, nothing is off limits for Facebook, except… full frontal nudity. Female nipples. If the woman had shown her bare chest in that video, it would have been banned, instantly.

Facebook allows gruesome pictures of dogs being set on fire to be shoved into my face, it allows beheadings to visit me, it doesn’t lift a finger when I see drawings of bloody zombies with their guts hanging out, or videos of ‘patriots’ posing with the latest automatic weapons crying all kinds of historical distortions inciting hatred, but…

NIPPLES?

Oh, Dear God, run for cover.

Even worse is the outcry against breastfeeding.

It’s a woman. Feeding her baby. How can that shock the living daylights out of you when extremely violent cartoons and movies do not? Who are what is training us to reject breastfeeding in public, but eagerly consume the latest horror movie?

Here’s the poem written by a brave woman:

Anytime. Anywhere. You can stare, I don’t care. I’ll feed my hungry child, here or there, if you don’t like my boob I still don’t care. A Restaurant? A store? It’s boob juice galore! A theater? A museum? But your more focused on trying to see them! Bottle or boob Its all just food. You still think I should cover? You should run and tell your mother. Pull out your phone and take a picture? But I’m the one who’s the problem? Don’t you wish we could all mind our business? That would sure solve them! Think I am disgusting? I could say the same? Think I am playing an attention seeking game? You are wrong because you see, really I am only worried about the comfort of my baby and me!

– Sincerely Whitney, the badass breastfeeder & her badass son fueled by purely boob juice.

Source: https://www.practicalparenting.com.au/mums-breastfeeding-poem