Here is the best defence for breastfeeding in public:
Grow up, and stop being a child. Stop being a stupid, churlish, simpering, nimrod, and accept the fact that women feed babies with their boobies. Or better yet, die, get reincarnated as a Finn, and be naked more often around your parents and family, while sweating, whipping each other with vihtas, so that you can see that nudity is not scary, and you have nothing to fear.
What is the issue here? Is it because it makes you squeamish? Is that your rationale? Your reasoning? Because, you do realize, that you are asking mothers NOT to feed their babies, don’t you? Which is ironic, because you are probably the same person who would also call for a woman’s summary execution if she let her child go hungry.
Here’s an idea: How about you don’t look at it? If it bugs you, avert your gaze. Because I’ll tell you what makes me squeamish: your squeamishness. Actually, it makes me furious.
Babies need to eat. Mammals have evolved the ability to produce milk in order to feed their offspring. This is an accepted reality across the globe. Are you unaware of this fact? Were you grown in a lab? What in all that is unholy is wrong with you?
Is it the tits? Is it that a woman has uncovered a part of a single tit in public? Is that it?
Fine. Then we should also outlaw bikinis and advertisements for bras. Let’s do that first, then we’ll outlaw the public nourishment of infants. Outlaw strip clubs, Mardi Gras, and Michael Bay movies. While you’re at it, you’ll have to add Spring Break, Daytona Beach, Myrtle Beach, and most of southern California to the list, since you see way more tatas in those places, than you ever would from nursing mothers.
Oh, it’s the milk, is it? It’s a bodily fluid that could possibly spurt from one of those infuriating tits, and land in your mouth, contaminating your body. Or get into the pool water, mix with the chlorine and countless litres of toddler urine, and somehow infect your body with nutrition? Well, you put milk in your coffee, in your cereal, and in your baked goods, don’t you? Yogurt and cheese is made from milk. That all comes from tits. Cows’ tits, sure, but tits nonetheless. I guess we’ll have to outlaw milk, though, since it’s such a dangerous contaminant. (And not for nothing, but I’ll bet you dollars to boob jobs, the milk coming from that mother on the bus, feeding her hungry baby, is WAY less of a contaminant than the milk you voluntarily put into your body.)
Ohhhhh … It makes you uncomfortable. It makes you … uncomfortable. Because you are the one exposing a part of your body, that has been sexualized and vilified (insanely, at the same time), in a public area to provide sustenance for your offspring. Because you are the one summoning the courage to get over the stigmas and social mores that scream at you not to do it, even though your baby is crying from hunger.
Oh no, wait. That’s the women you’re shaming.
How about this: You stop being a pretend baby, and let women feed actual babies.
(Never mind that studies show that breastfeeding are the best source of nutrition for infants. Never mind that we have evolved to be able to feed our young with our bodies. Never mind that you are forcing your personal sense of decency, morality, and decorum, onto others, arbitrarily, and without reason.)
The fact that you are so monumentally immature that you cannot stand idly by while a baby drinks milk from a boob, speaks volumes about who you are as an individual.
Because the best defence for breastfeeding in public is that it’s none of your business. That a woman does not need to justify the act of feeding her child. That a woman, who is harming exactly no one by nursing her child, wherever she damn well pleases, should never be made to feel ashamed or indecent.
The best defence, therefore, is that you should grow up.
I recommend that you get into your car, drive to somewhere secluded, peaceful, and still, and reflect on what harm a breast, partially visible, mostly hidden behind a tiny head, can possibly pose to the general public.
Then, when you have had your time out, you can climb down off your mountain, get off your horse, step down from your soapbox, and rejoin the group.
But you have to agree to play nicely with others. Otherwise, no juice.