Who Says Pumping Breastmilk Can’t Be Smokin’ Hot?Ceridwen Morris
The first time I saw a breast pump I could not stop laughing. It was like something out of Woody Allen’s Sleeper. A silly, futuristic gizmo making machinery out of human flesh and milk. Slurp goes the nipple into the conical plastic flange. And the little engine revs: Suck. Suck. Suck.
Then when I used one– which I did often–a woozy feeling would wash over me as hormones “let down” the milk. And yet I was in an office, far from my baby, far from a place where feeling woozy felt right and nice.
It’s either a clash of biology and technology or a beautiful expression of how they can work so well together. Probably both.
This techno-mammalian confluence is beautifully expressed (sorry) in a series of photographs of pumping pin-up girls over at Jezebel.com.
These are not your typical La Leche League promotional shots. But I think I love them. Or at least they are making me laugh. Maybe just because, well, this is NOT what I looked like pumping. But a woman can dream…(even retrospectively). Or maybe I love them because somehow this is like drag queen pumping–a concept that is giving me great pleasure. Do the drag queens sport baby bumps these days? It’s been a while since I’ve hit the gay clubs.