In the last few days I have been hugely entertained by 3 different stories about boobs.
1) Driving in the car with Gabriel we hear an NPR piece on the milk shortage in Venezuela. Seems that Hugo Chavez is trying to boost milk production by nationalizing a plant and putting the same procedures in place that basically bankrupted heavy industry. Gabriel's quip: "I guess it's time for Venezuela to start milking the women."
2) Again driving with Mr. G, we hear Friday's StoryCorps, the sidesplitting story of 94 year old Betty Jenkins who remembers being given an inflatable brassiere, which she wore as a young girl traveling in Latin America.
3) And then it's on to Slate.com where Adrienne So contemplates the energy potential of putting the girls to work and harnessing the power of breasts in motion.
While we're on the topic, don't forget your annual mammogram.
I was driving 12 hours from Boca Raton to Raleigh last Friday, listening to NPR all the way. (No kids in the car with me, obviously...or it would have been rap and hip-hop and I would have purposely crashed the car before we crossed the Georgia state line.) I heard the inflatable bra story. It was so funny! I just loved that her Mom got her the bra to help her attract men!
Posted by: Di | July 02, 2008 at 02:23 PM
As a thirty *cough cough cough* woman, my OB/GYN offered me a mammogram. Now, I've had one already after finding a little something lumpy in the oatmeal, so I wasn't keen but I did accept it.
Until I had a thought. "I'm breastfeeding, will that be a problem?"
The response was priceless. "Well, the machine ain't waterproof. Call us when you're done."
Score.
However, as of next week, I will have been breastfeeding continuously for seven years. By the time I'm done I'll be able to unroll the girls for the nurse, let them be led into the other room, and I can still sit in the waiting room reading a magazine.
Just to make it worse, I got a bra fitting in Marks and Spencers once. The woman doing it laughed and then hushed herself. "What's so funny?" I said. She demurred. After convincing her I did have a sense of humor she finally said "Well, what you're looking for is a sheepdog bra." Huh? "Get 'em rounded up and pointed in the right direction."
Le sigh.
Sorry, I think I digressed. Blame the champagne.
Posted by: HeatherErin | July 02, 2008 at 10:06 PM