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Crap-Ass Weather

Cold, raw and blustery today.

And to top it all off, I discovered the source of a peculiar odor in my apartment — somehow, a can of tomatillos had leaked and emptied out on the top shelf.

Oh, well. At least I can turn on my oven and have something rich and hot and hearty. I’m making Black-Eyed Pea and Quinoa Croquettes with Mushroom Sauce from Vegan With a Vengeance.

Why don’t more women breastfeed, again?

If you had any doubts that breastfeeding in America is a luxury, this story should clear them up for you.

When a new mother returns to Starbucks’ corporate headquarters in Seattle after maternity leave, she learns what is behind the doors mysteriously marked “Lactation Room.”

Whenever she likes, she can slip away from her desk and behind those doors, sit in a plush recliner and behind curtains, and leaf through InStyle magazine as she holds a company-supplied pump to her chest, depositing her breast milk in bottles to be toted home later.

But if the mothers who staff the chain’s counters want to do the same, they must barricade themselves in small restrooms intended for customers, counting the minutes left in their breaks.

And Starbucks is generally very well-regarded for its employee benefits. Certainly, the fact that the stores are a lot smaller and serve a lot fewer employees than corporate headquarters has something to do with this. However, it’s not the whole story.

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