Everywhere I look I see ladies...

...and when I say "ladies" I mean boobies.  Wow, didn't think I would ever write a post with that as my first sentence.  This blog has never been about being political, and I'm not about to start now, but I do have something to say about the, ah, issue.  In the past two days I feel like I have been bombarded with them where ever I look!!

It all started with the jaw-dropping, "you've got to be kidding me" cover of Time magazine.  We all know what I am talking about, if you don't, just pick up a newspaper or Google it. Now, I am not condemning or condoning the idea of breastfeeding until your kiddo can ride a bike without training wheels, but I do not need nor do I want to see it.  Please, let's have a little bit of decency.  I am having a hard time teaching my 7 year old about what is appropriate to show in public (gee whiz, teaching her how to sit in a skirt is difficult enough). Now when I walk through the checkout counter at my local store where they have the magazines to peruse while you wait in line, I need to be ready to answer her question "what is that little boy doing?" "Um, well, you know, that's what some mommies choose to do, um, yeah...look! Gum!" And I thought pictures of a drugged up Lindsey Lohan were bad enough.

Then a vigilant friend and fellow mom of preschoolers made the community and me aware of a statue that is up at our local Arboretum.  Go here to see from the local news.

I would be the first in line to say sometimes I don't get art.  I have some Art History pros in my family (hi, Uncle Randy!) who, I suppose, can find meaning in some of the most abstract art.  I don't think I got that gene.  If someone explains a piece of art to me, perhaps I can begin to understand and appreciate it.  For the above statue, I totally understand what the artist was trying to say.  It's actually pretty obvious but, really, at the local arboretum? Not art gallery, sculpture garden, but at an arboretum which (in the words of Fancy Nancy) is a fancy word for park. Where families of all ages go for a leisurely stroll to check out trees, plants, flowers, and nipples? "Hey kids let's take a picture, wait, is that, Whoa!" Start of awkward conversation number two, "yeah, well, this is art and some people, well, um look! Squirrel!"

I guess the moral of the story is let's keep the goods covered shall we? We all have our rights to free speech and to raise our kiddos how we best feel they need to be raised, but there's no reason we need to have the ladies on display.  There are some things that just need to stay under wraps, for lack of a better term.

And, now, I will step down from my soap box.