*Insert Standing Ovation HERE*
STFU about NIP
HERE to read the whole wonderfully "in your face" article!!!(NIP=Nursing in public. I'll let you figure out what STFU means on your own)
I don't get to tell this guy that he's grossing me out and needs to go homeI think his butt is hungry.I don't get to tell this lady that the sight of her could scar my children for life.If she bends over... I don't think I'm ready for that jelly.I don't get to tell this piece of work that he's showing too much skin."I've had this shirt since I was 14 and it still fits!"I have to see T&A galore on girls walking down the street, TV, magazines, movies, online, EVERYWHERE. I don't get to toss a blanket over any of them.Now THAT is a lot of boobage. Did someone use her cleavage as a napkin? Mmmm... greasy!She may be at the beach here, but we've all seen Britt's butt, beaver, and more in every other public place. Heaven help us.I may not be able to ask these folks to you know, wear clothes that fit, and I may not be able to bleach my eyes... but I do, however, have the ability to avert my eyes and go on with my life.There are people EVERYWHERE to whom I would love to say "Please go home, for the love of Pete, you don't belong in public". But I don't have the right, and neither do you. Why can we tolerate several square feet of *whatever* hanging out, but piss ourselves over a centimeter of lactating boob? If I can tolerate standing in line behind the guy that smells like an ashtray, or walking by miss nasty thong & muffin top, or eating near smelly unshowered dude a few tables down, you can sure as hell just STFU about this: