Flatearther
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- Sep 14, 2006
She swans into a public gathering [insert facility, restaurant, etc] arranges the props and starts the ritual. She makes no secret of the fact that the "Public Breastfeeding Performance" is in take-off mode and the obsessively defiant body language is: "I dare you to criticise me or even look sideways at me - it is my right to do this, I don't care what you think!' She makes it more noticable than a streaker at a baseball game and the kid, boob in gob is paraded and displayed like a hunter's trophy. Discretion? Are you mad? We're talking major display and exhibition here, Charlie!
Eavesdrop on a bunch of breastfeeding mothers in a discussion, and it's like listening to the "Critical Mass" cycling thugs planning yet another public outrage against the motoring public. The battle tactics of the arrogant 'tit-for-tat-ers' is as simple to display as an engineer's flow-chart. The active elements are as follows: The unattached men in the audience are automatically between a rock and a hard place and have no idea what to do or where to look. Inflicting this level of torture is such a buzz for the owner of the milk bar they can barely contain themselves. The attached men are watched like a hawk by the attachees, and they know they will catch hell for their sins, but much later. She enjoys this no end. The restaurant staff are in deep water, because no matter who might complain to them, for whatever reason, will be told 'we can't do much, in case we get sued'. The antidiscrimination Pit-Bulls would love an exposed ankle on that one.
The ugly, depressed, childless, infertile and easily intimidated females around her are at her mercy without a word being said. They are made to feel like crap for their inadequacies and insecurities and 'milk-bar- molly' is glowing in her self-righteousness. A cheap, callous triumph'. She knows the 'Politically Correct' gestapo is there to protect her every whim and the public can get stuffed. She loves the drama and the inflicted suffering, and you'd swear from her "Madonna & Child" pose, that Michaelangelo would have ripped both his legs off for the privilege of painting her image for posterity. All this, and she doesn't have to utter a single word. No criticism is practical or possible. Vive La Democratie!
Eavesdrop on a bunch of breastfeeding mothers in a discussion, and it's like listening to the "Critical Mass" cycling thugs planning yet another public outrage against the motoring public. The battle tactics of the arrogant 'tit-for-tat-ers' is as simple to display as an engineer's flow-chart. The active elements are as follows: The unattached men in the audience are automatically between a rock and a hard place and have no idea what to do or where to look. Inflicting this level of torture is such a buzz for the owner of the milk bar they can barely contain themselves. The attached men are watched like a hawk by the attachees, and they know they will catch hell for their sins, but much later. She enjoys this no end. The restaurant staff are in deep water, because no matter who might complain to them, for whatever reason, will be told 'we can't do much, in case we get sued'. The antidiscrimination Pit-Bulls would love an exposed ankle on that one.
The ugly, depressed, childless, infertile and easily intimidated females around her are at her mercy without a word being said. They are made to feel like crap for their inadequacies and insecurities and 'milk-bar- molly' is glowing in her self-righteousness. A cheap, callous triumph'. She knows the 'Politically Correct' gestapo is there to protect her every whim and the public can get stuffed. She loves the drama and the inflicted suffering, and you'd swear from her "Madonna & Child" pose, that Michaelangelo would have ripped both his legs off for the privilege of painting her image for posterity. All this, and she doesn't have to utter a single word. No criticism is practical or possible. Vive La Democratie!