I've changed my mind... corin13 needs flagellation, preferably with a hair shirt and a rosary. At least she has FAITH! and herbs.

I am in a really snippy mood tonight. I have to tidy up the house again, and I am sure the bed won't have been remade when the Gentleman of the House got up for work tonight. I think I am pissed because I am in the mood for trawling around LJ; but it's nipples, nipples, nipples, everywhere you look. AND it's spreading everywhere... even usenet. I found this incredibly amusing, particularly the last paragraph... piss take, or what?

Why the hell are a bunch of twats with way too much time on their hands all up in arms because they are not allowed to have icons showing them breastfeeding? Who wants to see pics of women breastfeeding? Seriously. If you want to show everyone what an uber-fabulous mother you are by having your kid use your breasts for what they are designed to do - post pics in breastfeeding or boob_nazis or something. Show people who care... Don't clutter up my reading pleasure with pictures of your kid with its mouth full.

And yes, I'm a breastfeeding mother. I don't find the pictures cute or sweet or adorable, if they're behind an lj cut, I can avoid them. If they're a user pic, I cannot.

And hey, I do realise the irony of posting in my journal about how much I don't give a rats ring about the whole kerfuffle! And if it makes some self-obsessed drama queens go and play somewhere else... IT IS ALL GOOD.

When I made the choice to have children, I was working full time, in a job I was very good at. In fact I was on track for 'management', providing I learned how to talk the talk (and suck up the pink mafia). I was considered to be an intelligent, thinking woman and a useful and contributing member of society. The words I spoke were noticed and respected. People asked for and trusted my opinion.

Then I got pregnant.

My IQ mysteriously dropped 30 points. It was a shock to me.

"Oh you won't be back at work..."

Oh yes I will.

I didn't tick "YES PLEASE" in the box on the form that says 'Do you want to be a martyr to your children?'.

Yes, I will love them, cherish them, provide for them, wipe their noses and kiss them better when they fall. BUT I will not subjugate my identity to my family.

I will not be the kind of woman who, after 35 years of marriage, still cuts the crusts off her husband's sandwiches because he won't eat them, otherwise. And he still won't eat them if someone cuts the crusts off after they are put on his plate. If that were my husband, he would a)cut off his own damn crusts and b) be making his own sandwiches. Nor will I be the kind of person who arranges my entire day so that I can prepare and present a three course meal for my husband's lunch and dinner.

I will not be the woman who invests so much of her self into her children, she has no life outside of them. I will not identify myself as a mother first. Although it is a very important part of my identity, it is only a part. I am me, first. You invest so much of your time, your energy and your self in your children, that when the time comes for you to be alone with your husband for the first time in twenty or so years, you find you have nothing to say to each other.In fact, you have no idea who the hell that man is that's dirtying up your lounge room.

I object violently, (but quietly, because unfortunately, I am very well brought up), to being called mum by anyone who is not my child. That is not who I am to you. I am your wife, your daughter-in-law, your neighbour, a total stranger in the street. I am not your mother. I have a perfectly good name...so USE IT. Please.

I was going to keep this private, but I've changed my mind. I'm saying what I think, after all.

I'm only here to say what I think. To actually get the words out instead of keeping it all inside. There are so many stupid bitches out there who have nothing better to do than ruin other's lives. Well, that may be a bit on the harsh side, but you know what I mean.

I am the anti-nazi mother!