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The endless struggle for a "Breastfeeding Equitable

I'll tell you something: I'm tired of hearing about breastfeeding. Lasse claims of women who never end, tired of the collective indignation vis-à-vis another dealer close spirit that stupidly refused a mother nursing her child (in addition to the ridicule without embarrassment in front of customers present) in the holy place of his shop, tired of the recovery of the journalistic thing.

I am tired of hearing the same speech on the same fight the right of mothers to breastfeed in public since I realized the importance of the gesture, ie there is sixteen and a half. I'm tired of mothers (which I took part in one of these scandals dairy eleven years ago) that mount the barricades in front of the media to say, be heard, defend and claim that breastfeeding is a maternal gesture and non-sexual and that should be publicly and universally regarded as such.

I'm tired of thinking that the message was received, understood and accepted but that is all over again each time.

I am tired but redundancy of the message is nevertheless essential the .

This is essential to change attitudes that see a lack of chastity outside their mind and stuck there or ironically tolerant mediacom huge breasts giant display for sale of lingerie, jewelry, cars, beer , alcohol, jeans, travel or chicken skewers marinated.

Want to sell? The breast is popular. No need to seek a link with the product launch. The breast is socially accepted to sell just about anything. The breast is a multi-task, the breast has a broad back, the breast is versatile, breast offers what everyone wants to see.

The breast can sell anything except the acceptance of its real function, the same one that you apply your own life: food. Is this shocking? That the breast can be used for something other than win? Should we be indignant that the plunging neckline is more acceptable socially than the human baby who feeds and incognito built in his mother?

need only remember Janet's breast during the Superbowl 2004 to realize the irony: the whole of America, the very one who wants the world's biggest consumer of pornography hard , indignant that we could have seen for less than two seconds in a pop star. Frankly hypocritical.

And we just play offended the Puritans in stores? Come on!

You know what I'm tired, when we talk about breastfeeding? This is the impression of widespread misconception. To those who do not know, here:

Breastfeeding her child in public ...

♥ Do not mean to walk topless in a store
♥ Do not mean leaving her in her bra without regard to those who might be offended
♥ Do not mean to intend to cause these gentlemen, and let alone these ladies
♥ Do not mean to try to draw attention to itself by disrupting the passers
♥ Do not mean to take an ugly excuse to come out the repressed exhibitionistic self
♥ Do not mean to lose Merchant Sales

breastfeed her child in public ...

♥ Means to be attentive to the needs (sometimes unpredictable, should we apologize for it) a child
♥ Means to show a modicum of decency in nursing discreetly, often so quietly that no one will realize
♥ Means judge that we live in a society open enough to accept the fact that breastfeeding is not a shame or a sacrilege or a reasonable accommodation
♥ Means that the mother-child bond is not only possible but encouraged in our society
♥ Means nursing infants should not be discriminated against the child bottle fed
♥ Means that life goes on and no reason is valid for all the fuss of a baby which we guess lingual activity
♥ Feel free to complete

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Beyond my weary of hearing about breastfeeding (if-if I, who breastfeeding my daughter for over 2 years who refuses to be deprived of "his" in and loved, before she had very little "Milky truce" for 16 years), what moves me and I am deeply proud since this last saga is the ability to mobilize women, mothers, grandmothers and even some fathers to raise awareness not only to a certain tolerance towards breastfeeding but also a natural and symbolic home for all that it represents collectively.

Social media have the fabulous ability to mobilize thousands of people in just hours. With such social pressure, a dealer who refuses to adjust is really convinced of the merits of his prudishness or rigid and bad faith.

class I would be happy that the matter once and for all, but what would you like to erosion on the rock is repetition which finally act on the recalcitrant attitudes ...

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When your intellectual destiny is linked to a color

Having two sets of dishes: exposure that one of your big slobbery exclaims just before the meal, mean, who wants to hear (say it another way: who aged five wants to hear) " Those who eat in soup beige are smart! " while the young man has a green plate as a cover.

crisis provided during the desperate attempt to change incognito cover.

" Ze veuuux be intelliiizent me too and wants persooonne Chanze moiiii with attitude!"

Verily I say unto you, it is not easy to see your fate tied to the color of your plate.

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Eusice Saint, born in the great Jumilhac

Source :
http://fr.structurae.de/structures/data/index.cfm?id=s0017167
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Birth of Eusice Jumilhac in Périgord (Dordogne).
To find work, his parents go to Perigueux.
Famine forces the family to withdraw Berry. Poverty forces
Eusicce to sell as a serf to the abbot of the monastery Patriciacum, nearby Romorantin. The charity
Eusice will lead him to become a priest, then Attorney is to say chrgé of property management of the monastery.
521
In his quest for God, he obtained permission from his abbot to retire to a desert to live a hermit's life.
He moved to the edge of the Cher. His reputation will attract crowds. It will do wonders, which will increase his fame. The hermit
531
Eusice meeting Childebert 1, son of Clovis, king of the Franks from 511 to 558. He predicted the success of his army.
542
Eusice Death of the hermit, St. Eusice. 558 Next

before its promise, has Childebert build a basilica in which the hermit is buried.
The columns and capitals of the facade are probably reuses the Merovingian basilica.
9th century
During a raid Vikings ravaged the abbey.
First quarter of the 12th century
begins rebuilding the church.
ca. 1140
Clerics who own the abbey are attempting to donate to that Marmoutiers.
1145
Archbishop of Bourges installs canons in the abbey which is undergoing reconstruction.
ca. 1300 Reconstruction of the nave
retaining the right wall and the west facade. 1st June 1523

Lightning destroyed the steeple.
1562
troops Protestant Admiral de Coligny devastate the abbey.
1606
All that remains of the choir outside the envelope of the ambulatory and radiating chapels.
The damage is repaired by covering the chorus of a wooden ceiling. The 1613

Feuillants elevate and enlarge the choir crypt.
1882
architect Anatole de Baudot begins a major restoration campaign to restore the church to its original state.

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Frederick fun with Playmobil. From across the house, I listen to the talk among the many snowmen asides.


- (Here, Beatrice, say: "Hey! Mug yourself off !)

- ...

- Go, tell it!

-" Hey cup Get away !

- Never ! (Here, say: "Oh yes , Zeuner man, you gonna let me in !

- ...

-Go!

- Oh yes, Zeuner man, you gonna let me in .

- DOES NOT HAPPEN THAT WAY ! (Here, you have to say: "Thou shalt suffer !")

- You are about to suffer.

- If you think z'ai afraid of you! (There, said: "Ze will be ruthless." Go!

-...

-Aaaarrgh!! Béatriiiice!! Say: "Ze will be ruthless!"

(. ...)

After twenty minutes of these scenes imposed, exasperated by the lack of any creative latitude to play with my daughter (her, so independent in nature, who knows so much fun only and if so touching), I asked my son why he does not let her play and most importantly, decide replicas of his own characters.

indignant when Frederick "Ben there! Ze can not let them! It will make them say anything !"



* An hour later, while Fred still swoons before the awful, absolutely not credible Santa and his' papa Noël "(which is on the verge of going crazy) on youtube, Beatrice s 'secretly amused with his brother snowmen.

Finally, she plays with the intonation that she wants the scenes and replies that she usually chooses with such grace and femininity on the theme of motherhood. It benefits from a small area free from censorship.

While I stopped beside her, I am taken aback by one of his chaps, who just another tenderly exclaiming: "Oh no , Sacrament!"

(My son was really so clear-sighted this morning to do so the guardian of morality?)

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hand

I never received this type of unusual compliment.

In a coffee break a wild ride, while I transcribed thoughts fluently, quotes, inspiring words, I looked up, sensing perhaps the insistence laid eyes on me. A man I declare that my hand was so nice to see in writing so naturally. Am

remained perplexed (we would put his hand in the fire that I live only for that word). The man thought with despair (and reason) that everything was writing keyboard now too and not enough by traditional pen.

Even if I live a symbiotic relationship with my computer, I agreed.

We talked a little. There is something comforting, fun, some privacy to share the true color of his pen universal rather than a keyboard.

I write.

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Soul

Discussion of glue sticks. These days, it runs smoothly around the death ...

(...)

- Mom, do you think Thomas knows that z'ai five years? Frederick asked, looking at his brother's urn on the desktop.

Shoulder shrug.

- You think he hears us when it's my birthday?

- Surely he can not hear us, he has no ears!

- How it ?

- Frederick But ... we have burned his body ! I remind him.

- And her head, she ? he asked, surprised that it has been thought to separate the two.

- His head, too. All that remains of him is his soul and if we feel or we can "hear" it with his soul .

Silence.

Frederick snuggles against me: " Anyway, I saw ze, donkey, when z'ai been to the zoo. "

(Owl, I (re) moved to Granby!)

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Rome, Hadrian, history and literature

I recently finished reading the sublime Memoirs of Hadrian, Marguerite Yourcenar, am still shaken by the indescribable human beauty, and literary history of this work.

Since September, the Arts and Crafts fairs and Christmas markets, I just wrote and read a lot. It's amazing what reading is intimately linked to writing! Reading is almost as tedious as writing: I take notes, transcribed excerpts, look in the dictionary. On the passage comes an idea for my own book (which I will talk of Blessed non-development) or the wonder of having developed an idea in a angle that I thought exclusive but is approached with almost the same perspective as the author)

I withdraw, however, very frustrated playing this magnificent work: the idea of thinking that 18 months ago I was in Italy and saw the Castel Sant'Angelo beside the Vatican but are given the attention it deserved because we were presented as such rather than as the Mausoleum of Hadrian. You do not look such a work the same way when you realize its rich history, when one "knows" the man who is buried there!

In Rome, just next to our hotel, there was this magnificent building.

Just ahead, a huge column that I have not photographed (Bouhouhou!), Unaware of its rich history. It was the Trajan column, here, and I realized, after reading the incredible opportunity to observe more carefully next to where I went. This column contains 200 meters of bas-reliefs telling the story of the wars of Trajan (Emperor Hadrian prior) and artistic means and military time. I was there, and I did not then realize how important! Grrrr!

More frustrating still, if I had known (and if I had read before), I could combine the visit to La Villa Adriana in our journey. I also have to pay attention to different artistic references, architectural or geographic Yourcenar made by the life of this great emperor.

It is something shocking to find themselves before a heavy historic symbols and relics of the past. We do not consider the same manner when not only we know, but we also feels strongly.


I felt that way before Where we come from? What are we? Where are we going? , the famous huge painting of Gauguin Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. Because it's my favorite artist, because I read his books and I know intimately the emotional, madness, obsession, illness, sex delusions and suffering who lived during the design of his works (this, above all), the look that I posed was profoundly weakened by what he contains.


I hope to have another chance to travel. Similar frustrations, I will still. I guess one way or another, tracing a route of travel, we must make choices. I wanted to see the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. I saw in him cried with emotion, shaken. Maybe he should focus on these moments rather than biting the knuckles of everything that has not seen and will never see.

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Tolstoy

" I'm ugly, awkward, messy and mundane without varnish. I am irritable, unpleasant for others, arrogant, intolerant and shy as a child. I'm ignorant. What I know, I learned it by then, no further action and so little! [...] But there's one thing I love more than good: it's glory. I'm so ambitious that if I had to choose between glory and virtue, I think I would choose the former. "

Leon Tolstoy

Tell me that someone as lucid and honest towards himself!

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Charity

I never really thought of "dissect" a few foundations of our "cultural charity" before an "incident" does come to shake my reflection this subject. The incident in question: early twenties a young man came knocking at our door to ask for our empty bottles.


- Uh ... and that's ? (Thinking that the collection is for an organization)

- Me.

I refused even before knowing that my children had already run back to the corner store, then closed him, puzzled.

Something bothered me in the approach that I can not really identify it.

Let love of each is in constant demand, either. There is a part of duty collective, and share personal consciousness and altruism in real charity.

various agencies who call regularly to beg for items, furniture or used clothing to telethons, Radiodon, international aid agencies, volunteer centers, various foundations, each claiming his share of collective charity.

It is still easy to avoid these intensive awareness campaigns to educate borrow media people to give as a call to the community is so broad and sometimes comes from so far away that the "responsibility" individual it is diffuse or abstract.
When the beggar in front of you with blue hair unkempt, his piercings, his squeegee and his actions decided at the corner of Sherbrooke and St-Denis, you need a little more firmness to assert it is "poor" you want to help. You are confronted directly. Perhaps you prefer the fleece of guitarist Henri-Bourassa, of beggars out of the 720 or those entering the cafes with their history synthesized on a card by presenting it to clients without uttering the word, hoping be fast enough to avoid getting caught by the owners.

But that's ok, you go downtown, you expect to soliciting individual in all its forms. In our Quebec, there are places to ask for charity for himself and the city center is one.

What made me uncomfortable with this man came to beg for my bottles, that his transgression of the rules of the unwritten code of charity (code that definitely needs to change depending on location, the culture): it dares to disturb people at home if it is done for an organization larger than yourself that it targets, and familiar with a specific environment: Scouts are asking for empty bottles that you delay exchange, the club's youth skating you want to sell chocolate, those high school district that you want encouraged to pay their trip in Switzerland, those of the hockey club to finance a trip, etc..

Quest for itself by going door to door is bold. Should we see it as a service: I'll get rid of those bottles that will clog and I may make a supplemental income or as an input for easy money or the pure love? I do not know yet.

Anyway, it is much easier to "choose his case" than "his poor choice." In this way, no possible discrimination.

UPDATE: I re-read and I look ruthless and heartless. You "feel" you, the species of unwritten rules of ling home?

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Museum Workshop earth Puycheny

Museum Workshop earth Puycheny (87)
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87800 SAINT HILAIRE LES PLACES
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7 days on 7 July 14 to August 15 from 15h to 18h30.
Tours for groups all year by reservation.
Workshops registration on clay (clay sculpture, modeling land) from 1 July to 15 August.

• In the early twentieth century, in the south of the Haute-Vienne, there was a high concentration of artisan tile makers, just on the seam of clay Puycheny operated a dozen tile factories.

• Under the influence of industrialization and rural transformation, most have now disappeared.

• Currently only two are still in operation Puycheny. • A former

tile has been restored and converted into a workshop-museum of the earth.

• During the visit, you will discover, so vivid, traditional manufacturing as has been practiced for generations of peasant-tile makers. Workshops led by Anne Merlet, ceramist, who graduated in fine arts.

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UPDATE-Do not just understand

I can live with the fact that couples are separating. I am able to accept, understand that separations are sometimes beneficial for one to another and sometimes even for the two formerly beloved. I am able to understand the tears, the dualities, spite, malice, bitterness but also the gratitude for each other, for what it was, for his contributions, shared, self-invested Similarly, his sincerity, his tender gestures, his kindness, authenticity or ability to compromise during the relationship.

I knew a number of separated couples and almost all have been through the anger, contempt, misunderstanding and denigration of the other until a balance and sometimes revised, improved will eventually move back into the new configuration of the relationship.

This despite all my efforts I can not understand is the total divestment of a father (most often) of his children during a separation after have been a loving father and now for months, even years.

I look, I look really clear how an emotional break can be for small (or large) that humans have nothing to do with separation from adults. We can have a thousand good reasons to be angry that was our love but I do not understand, in fact, I can not feel that we can also project the emotional disconnection on his own children whose loyalty to both parents is generally ; not affected by separation.

do not know how explain it. Is involuntary and unconscious way for fathers to cut everything that could still bind to the mother he no longer likes or not, he still loves her too badly? Is this intentional release of its progeny to indirectly affect the other parent? A parent once invested, tender and affectionate with her brood can not really get to feel anything strictly for your child? Is it numb the tear, and therefore not lucid in his actions and choices? The detachment is it the result of external influence? Father Is he so blinded by his bitterness for the other parent that is desensitized to suffering and rejection he inflicts on his children? Is it a necessary (although devastating) self-protection mechanism to allow a setback to the parent mired in his anger to pave the way for an eventual return to balance? The suffering of children would become an inevitable collateral damage?

I do not doubt the love of separated fathers to their children. Far from it. The existence of this love makes it doubly difficult to understand precisely the absolute detachment to show some respect their brats as if nothing of the relationship had started with them important.

There is necessarily an explanation. A psychological state that I have not correctly identified, no doubt?