I'm sitting in a meeting. Next to me, on my left, is Theresa, who has just recently given birth to a baby girl whom she is holding in her lap. As the meeting progresses, the baby gets fussy. So Theresa lifts up one side of her sweater and holds the baby to her breast. Nothing showing except a bit of bare skin.

Everybody in the room noticed, of course; nobody commented, everybody averted their eyes a bit to give Theresa and the baby a bit of privacy (although there wasn't anything much to see), and the meeting proceeded as usual.

No sweat. No comments, then or afterward. Nobody had a hissy-fit.

Theresa's daughter is now about twelve years old.

So . . . What's the big deal?

Don Firth