Judith Warner, I hate you.
I hate that you look at the world in a black and white way.
I hate that you would make any mother feel badly about her choices (assuming, of course, those choices are not putting a child in danger).
I hate you–and the New York Times–for publishing this column after the fervor from the Hanna Rosin article had died down in the blogosphere. Because we have to stir the pot once a month; twice in the same month is a waste.
I hate that you want to ban a device that helps women provide nourishment for their children. Who might be separated from them because of work, school, illness, time in the NICU, or a million reasons that don’t necessarily justify dumping breastfeeding or pumping altogether. Because of how it makes you feel. Normal people don’t slam something that they may not personally like but works for others. Could you imagine if the Amish wanted to outlaw zippers for the entirety of the United States? It’s ludicrous.
You know what I tell my children to say if they’re presented with something they don’t like? Not “yuck” or “ew” or “ick.” (Because it’s rude and obnoxious and denigrates what others may like or prefer.) I teach them to say, “No, thank you, it’s not for me.” Or, “Thank you, I’d prefer something else.”
So, Judith Warner, take a lesson from my kids. I hope by the time they’re six they’ll be more open-minded than you are at middle age.
Hat tip to Micaela for interrupting my Pesach prep with the link to my hometown newspaper.