The Sunday Times - Scotland
July 25, 2004
Put them away please, mum
A move to protect breast-feeding in public has Fiona McCade pleading for a bosom-free zone
One of my abiding memories of the 1980s comedy revue Not The Nine O? Clock News is the briefest of sketches in which Pamela Stephenson struggled inside her front door with a bundle of shopping, one boob hanging out, and suddenly realised: ?Oh no! I left the baby on the bus!?
Since the 1960s, breast-feeding in public has become part of everyday life to such an extent that it seems almost anachronistic that we must now have an act of parliament to enshrine its existence. That, though, is the intent of the Labour MSP Elaine Smith. And if all goes to plan, from September new mothers in Scotland will be able to suckle in public with the protection of the law.
However, Holyrood?s health committee isn?t content with simply applying the seal of legitimacy to what women have been doing for ever. It wants to penalise some of those who object to the legislation and hand out fines of £2,500 to businesses ? most likely restaurants and cafes ? that object to breast-feeding on their premises.
Not surprisingly such a move has been accompanied by grumblings about a nanny state. ?Owners of cafes, shops and restaurants should be free to decide whether or not to allow breast-feeding on their premises,? says Nanette Milne, the Tory deputy health spokesman.
Milne is right. Freedom is the nub of the matter: freedom to whip your boobs out in public or freedom to dine without having a bosom waved in your face with a slobbering infant attached to it. It?s a tricky one, so let me make it simpler for any fearful restaurateurs out there who are wincing at the thought of their precious establishment turning into an outpost of Mothercare. I, and thousands like me, will actively seek out any restaurant that guarantees ?No breast-feeding here ?.
We?ll make up your fine in an evening and we?ll keep coming back to the safety of your sanctuary. Show me a restaurant that bans breast-feeding and I?ll be there, tipping like there?s no tomorrow and ordering the most expensive wine. Put up a sign.
Infant fascism has gone far enough without turning business owners into criminals. The main argument trotted out in favour of public breast-feeding is that it is ?natural? and therefore, by implication, acceptable. The sight of a python swallowing a calf is also natural, but I don?t fancy sitting opposite one when I?m out on the town.
I was once unfortunate enough to be present when a mother flounced into the restaurant where I was eating, flung her toddler down on a table and started to change its nappy. After that experience I can put up with just about anything and still manage to keep my food down, but it doesn?t mean I should have to. So while I wholeheartedly accept that my distaste for being present when someone is breast-feeding is entirely my problem, I would like to think that there are at least some places I could legally go to get away from it.
For many observers, an infant eating is not necessarily a pretty sight ? not until at least the age of five ? and I can never relax because of the constant threat of vomiting.
I?ve never witnessed an act of breast-feeding that was inconspicuous, because there is invariably some form of wind-letting and regurgitation. On occasion I?d have been prepared to pay some women £2,500 to button-up and move on.
By now many mothers will be muttering: ?This woman never had a child.? Spot on. Should it ever happen, though, I have every intention of breast-feeding. It is undeniably the best thing for mother and baby and should be recommended.
But if, once I?ve reproduced, I do join the sainted ranks of breast-feeders, I shall not be displaying myself in public.
There can be something insufferably superior about a woman doing some in-your-face nursing; the regulation-issue beatific smile, the ostentatious oozing of milk and motherhood. I don?t doubt that a woman with a newborn has so much on her mind, all consideration of other people goes out the window. But I also get the feeling that breast-feeding is such a difficult thing to do, once she gets the hang of it she wants nothing more than to flaunt the fact and so rushes straight to the top of Mount Smug to wave her udders about.
Then there?s the embarrassment factor that arises with breasts, and which is something to do with sex. Although everyone I?ve spoken to on this subject, male and female, agrees that there?s nothing sexual about the exposed, feeding breast, nevertheless there it is, dangling right in front of you and there?s always a struggle not to make eye contact with it.
It?s odd, because babies in public are an everyday thing, as is the act of feeding and also ? thanks to advertising ? the female breast. But put them all together in a communal setting and you have a delicate situation that is rarely pleasant and from which, if Smith has her way, there will be no escape.
I wonder, would cafe owners manage to avoid a criminal record if they asked lactating women to desist on the grounds that it?s unacceptable for customers to consume their own food on the premises?
Christine Grahame, the convener of the health committee, acknowledges that if the bill becomes an act, there could well be a rash of prosecutions, which will no doubt thrill the police.
Despite this, she is determined to ?eradicate any adverse reactions to breast-feeding?. The point she is missing is that breast-feeding is not the problem, it?s where it happens. Scotland is not sub-Saharan Africa. Women here have a choice about where we feed our babies and, most importantly, how quietly and discreetly we feed them.
Once we fed our young anywhere. Then we invented civilisation, culture and restaurants. In a final rush of creativity, someone also came up with the breast pump and the rubber teat. So, you yummy mummies, if you really want to prevent your favourite eatery from going bankrupt, why not get some of those?