Waiter, There’s a fly in my soup…
OK, I am dating myself (I come from the pre-Elmo age back when imaginary friend-friendly TV was de rigueur ). And the “fly in my soup” skit featuring Grover from Sesame Street was one of my all-time favorites. That adorably blue Grover tried so hard and never quite got it right…
70’s nostalgia aside, I was checking out one of my favorite OT places on the Web, Chowhound - looking for a place for us (that is wonderful Bob and me) to dine with Alice and Steve on Saturday night (see it always comes back to food and friends!), when I stumbled upon this thread posted by a person ISO breastfeeding friendly restaurants in Toronto.
So great – you love food, you are breast feeding and turning to your foodie friends (and Toronto is a great food town!) for a little help. Chowhound is just the place to go, I agree! You don’t get any specific suggestions but rather a few supportive comments about giving breastfeeding in a restaurant a go…and what happens next? Well, a board moderator shows up to “control” the conversation….OMG – I have been totally attacked on Chowhound (for being an obvious rich person traveling in the Rockies during winter holiday last year – and how did they know – well, it turns out that I “exposed myself” By listing Lupa and Tabla as two of my favs in NYC and that killed my rap and made the locals in Beaver Creek turn on me for my past sins and then for having lunch at Spago at the Ritz) and there was no moderator there to protect me. But mention breast, breast feeding, or exposed nipple and all bets are off – they are ready, willing and able to moderate that thread good and dead….
BTW, moderator at Chowhound – you own Urban Baby(your purchased it from my friends John and Susan Maloney a few years back)– how about a little strategic synergy and service (you have managed to put yourself all over the Urban Baby site, no?) and actually allow women to help each other? Just a thought….