So, I'm not really a blogger; I don't really think I have anything important, funny, cool, crazy, intelligent enough to share in regular life that anyone would particularly want to read. I'm doing this as it seemed like an easier way to keep in touch with family and friends while away traveling. This is my observations, experiences, opinions, etc - sometimes well thought out, sometimes likely not. It's not meant to be a fantastic literary masterpiece, and will likely sometimes be terrible as I'm a bit out of practice, and writing like I would be talking to you. Just a way to share my experiences with a broader audience, take it or leave it. And, I may or may not continue to share other random things upon my return, we will see. Cheers!

Thursday 16 June 2011

Boob attack

So, I have this sort of pet peeve at home, that totally slapped me in the face in Uganda.  As many of you know, I have a strong dislike for breast feeding in public - if you're covered that's one thing, but don't just whip it for everyone!  Well, in Uganda, boobs are no big deal; in fact I would say they are only seen as a means of feeding babies - and no one cares about them otherwise.  Women with babies will literally just pull them out anywhere, in front of anyone - family, friends, strangers, anyone, like it's nothing.  I look over, and suddenly there's a boob, with or without a baby attached, just hanging out.  I talked to a woman who just left it hangin' there, long after the baby was done with it; I had to resist the urge to be like, "so, ya gonna put that away, or what?"
Bras, especially amongst the ladies with babies, are like a maybe, sometimes thing.  And, oh, btw, they sell them in the Wednesday market on the side of the road (next to the Arsenal or Man U underwear, of course). Oh and I'm pretty sure the two year old I lived with is a bit confused now about what is public vs. private property, after seeing mom bust 'em out.  Whoa buddy, do NOT pull down my tank top!