Run Tor The Hills! It's a, Um, Feeding Baby?

Does that picture offend you? Does it turn you on?

People are apparantly getting all uptight over that cover of BabyTalk magazine because it shows a baby breastfeeding. The magazine has recieved over 700 letters about it. Here are some of the comments made by the idiots who wrote them.

One mother who didn't like the cover explains she was concerned about her 13-year-old son seeing it. "I shredded it," said Gayle Ash, of Belton, Texas, in a telephone interview. "A breast is a breast — it's a sexual thing. He didn't need to see that."

Why not? What in the world is so offensive about it? She was so offended by it, that she shredded it? Hope she bought it first. And if so, Ha!. I'm sorry, but people like that just fucking scare me. They truly, honestly do.

"I don't want my son or husband to accidentally see a breast they didn't want to see."

I just love the fact that she thinks that's even possible. Lady, there is no such thing as a breast a hetereosexual boy, or man, doesn't want to see. I think she just doesn't want her son or husband to see a breast *she* doesn't want them to see. [Jon Lovitz] Yeah... that's the ticket.[/Jon Lovitz]

"Gross, I am sick of seeing a baby attached to a boob," wrote Lauren, a mother of a 4-month-old.

Gross?! What is she, 13? Gross? And she has a 4 month old?. What a bizarre reaction. I'm puzzled. I fail to see how every day, magazines put out covers with scantily clad women on the cover exposing more breasts then this cover does, the purpose of which is to stimulate, without this kind of incident. But a magazine published for new mothers puts one cover out showing an insignificant part of a breast, with a baby attached to it, doing what's biologically natural, and the reaction is to shred it.

You know, it used to be, once upon a time, the breasts primary purpose, the entire reason for having them in the first place, was to feed children. But since that's no longer.... Oh wait, it still is.

There are times, when the crazies come out of the woodwork to make a stink out of a non-issue like this, that I just want to run off and join the Dixie Chicks.