Kim Kardashian recently sent the Internet all a-twitter after sending out a series of tweets about a woman who was seated next to her at a restaurant where she was having lunch. According to Kim, the woman both breast-fed and changed her baby at her table, and the celebutante/reality star took to Twitter to opine about both of those actions.
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First, there’s the whole pot/kettle aspect: a woman who became famous thanks largely in part to a sex tape in which she’s rumored to have been urinated on (and I say rumored because it’s what I’ve read, but not what I’ve seen) should not be advising other women to cover up, whatever the scenario may be.
Secondly – public, uncovered breastfeeding and using a restaurant table as a change table are two very different acts. Judging by the firestorm that ensued after these tweets, Kim seems to be getting more flack for her comments about breastfeeding, but she did raise a point I agree with – changing your baby’s dirty diaper in the middle of a restaurant is not only unsanitary, but extremely inconsiderate. If Kim was trying to make that aspect of her tweet the ‘ewww, gross’ part, perhaps she should have left the breastfeeding comments for another time? Because like it or not, her comments about those two actions were lumped together as one, which is really not good.
Lastly, and most importantly, I think: this whole debacle smells strongly of publicity stunt. I’ll bet you dollars to donuts that Kim knew exactly what she was in for when she sent out those tweets – what better way to get people talking about you than to tweet your opinions about breastfeeding? It’s a strategy that’s certainly working well – her name is everywhere, and we’re all talking about her. Kim has successfully managed to thrust the spotlight upon herself for another fifteen minutes, leaving me almost afraid to wonder what she’ll do for a headline the next time around.
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Good angle.
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firstly, people change.
…even those who once ALLEGEDLY allowed themselves to be urinated on. *i* used to enjoy kicking puppies, but not so much anymore…because PEOPLE CHANGE.
and once, in a restaurant, my nephew had a massive blowout…like the fecal version of mount st.helen…so i went to the bathroom to change him…and so i guess my point is it would depend if the baby’s diaper was just pee. because really, i’m pretty sure that people ingest urine and feces every day without realizing it just by touching things like doorknobs and money.
also, please refer to my post on considerate breastfeeding…also known as “how to rile up the boob thumpers”. and by “boob thumpers” i mean like bible thumpers, but with breasts instead of gods diary.
http://www.findingfairytales.com/2010/06/my-breast-your-breastreally-whos-to.html
Yeah, Kim K., your position in this debate is not what we like to call “unassailable.”
And thanks for pointing out here that there are two separate and not-at-all-equal issues here. I don’t see any way to defend changing your kid’s diaper on a table NOT BELONGING TO YOU where others will shortly consume food. That’s nasty, baby. It’s not about whether you technically consume urine from handling money or doorknobs– we know money and doorknobs are dirty. We have a reasonable expectation that the table where we sit down to eat in a restaurant does not have a fresh coating of baby ass exudate. And the amount that transfers from an ass to a hand to a table is probably negligible compared to the amount that transfers directly from ass to table.
As for the boob thing– You know, I don’t want to see your sisters bikini-waxing each other, Kim. I don’t want to see you shooting your Playboy Spread. I don’t want to see your nephew’s drunken baby-daddy humping your brother in a hotel room. I don’t want to see the horrifying plastic wreck that was once Bruce Jenner’s earnest young Wheaties-Box face. Yet at different times, all of these things have appeared when I turned on my tv, courtesy of you and your kin. So I changed the channel. You can, too. Just look away from the lady’s boob. In fact, walk away from it–and go tell the manager some lady just changed a kid’s diaper on the table.