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A Hot Debate


It’s been a while since I’ve talked about the boys and though this post references them, it’s not about them. This post is actually about me asking you, the readers, a question. And it isn’t the sort of thing we usually talk about on this blog, so feel free to stop reading if the question or the thought of what might follow, bothers you. Anyway, the question is this:

Where do you stand on breastfeeding?
image of breastfeeding child from OpenClipArt

Since having the twins, I have been reading blogs, articles, magazines, Facebook posts and leaflets about breastfeeding. It has been important to me because I chose, right from the start to breastfeed Michael and Leon. There was no debate in my mind and through all the research I did while pregnant, I just became more and more sure of that fact.

Since then, after the first eight-ish weeks of absolute hell (mastitis, thrush, sore nipples, no sleep and damp bedsheets), breastfeeding has just fallen into place. The boys know what they’re doing, I know what I’m doing and it is as pleasant an activity as any other that I get to share with them every single day. The bond I share with my children as I feed them, nourish them with my own body, is unparalleled by anything else I have ever come across.

A couple of weeks ago, I watched a documentary on attachment parenting. The show did a very good job of almost ridiculing these dedicated mothers, particularly those who breastfed their children beyond the age of about 18 months. I have also, through some of the Facebook groups I am a member of, been exposed to newspaper articles with titles like ‘Breasts are For Sex, Not For Children.’ I have seen debate after heated debate about the merits of breast milk over formula, bed sharing versus not and just want to get an idea of what people think.

I realise this is a massive step away from what this blog usually covers, and I’m sorry about that. As I said previously, if this post is not to your taste, please check back on Sunday at which point I hope to resume our usual programming.

Seven months into living with my boys I find that I don’t have strong opinions either way. Well, I have strong ideas about what I want to do, but not about other people. I plan to breastfeed until I feel like stopping (or until their new little teeth start biting where I’d rather not be bitten) and nobody is going to stop me doing that. I admire the mothers who breastfeed beyond one year, but, frankly put, I want my body back before my boys reach four years old. I don’t have any problem with seeing a woman breastfeed in a public place and I myself have had to do so on several occasions. In fact, I do almost every single day. I don’t use a cover – I tried to in the early weeks and it was so much faff just I just gave up on it – and I don’t feel offended if a curious child pops away from his mother’s breast and temporarily exposes a nipple. I don’t find it strange that we as adults will drink the milk from other mammals (cows and goats) but not our own. The fact is interesting to me, but since I have always put cow’s milk on my cereal, it makes no odds to me. I don’t particularly feel offended/upset/disappointed by seeing another mother feed their child from a bottle.

All these things (and more) cause such heated debates, furious tantrums and fallings out that, for my own curious mind, I thought I’d bring the debates to you.

So… what do you think? Do you have strong opinions/ideas/thoughts either way? Has anything I’ve mentioned above brought out a strong reaction in you? Is it a lot of fuss and bother over nothing? Do you have any experiences you would feel comfortable sharing? I’d love to hear from you.


What form of exercise do you enjoy the most?


Moving shifty eyes from left to right

*snerk*

Um… how do I answer this without getting in trouble? I want, more than anything, to be always honest and open (within reason) in these blog posts and in answering these questions, however I don’t know that I can give you the answer I want to.

Oh the hell with it!

SEX!
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex!
Best form of exercise in the land and soooooooooooo much fun. ^_^

I could give you a whole lot of facts and figures out how many calories a good romp in the sack can burn, but I’m not going to. That’s makes it a hell of a lot more scientific than it needs to be. Particularly when I can just say any exercise that raises your heart rate, uses multiples muscles in your body and causes you to break a sweat is good for you. Couple that with the additional pleasures involved, then who wouldn’t rank sex nice and high on their list?

I was going to start this point by pointing out that I’ve not had much exercise recently and now, looking at my answer, I’m not best happy with the implications. But… I suppose I (and Dave) can be forgiven. Its exercise enough looking after the twins and, frankly put, when they start crawling/walking I think its going to be even harder to have a restful, peaceful sort of day. Looking at how active they are now tells me that there is little chance of much rest once they start moving.

And there are other forms of exercise. I enjoy yoga, bike riding and Zumba. In fact, now I’m passed the 12 week marker of my caesarian, I can go back to those classes and shake my booty. That will be all sorts of fun. Not as fun as sex though…
 
 
 

My 80 Post Challenge is brought to you with help from Tom Slatin’s 80 Journal Writing Prompts.
Also… note… that some of the questions in the original list are duplicated, so these later entries include questions from Tom’s second list.


Fifty Shades Of Grey book coverAuthor: E.L. James
Title: Fifty Shades Of Grey
Genre: Erotic Romance
ASIN: B007L3BMGA
‘When literature student Anastasia Steele interviews successful entrepreneur Christian Grey, she finds him very attractive and deeply intimidating. Convinced that their meeting went badly, she tries to put him out of her mind – until he turns up at the store where she works part-time, and invites her out.
Unworldly and innocent, Ana is shocked to find she wants this man. And, when he warns her to keep her distance, it only makes her want him more.’


Right. Well. I’ve had my rant and I suppose now that I’ve read the book I’m free to talk about it without feeling like a judgemental bitch-queen.

First of all… I don’t hate it. Its not Twilight, which I hate purely for how it has trashed vampires and made them into something they are not. This book… though its hyped up to be an exploration of ‘kinky sex,’ is really just a standard love story. With some sex scenes thrown (carelessly) in.

I’ll say I’ve read far hotter scenes coming from the Six Sentence Sunday crowd; they have been able to excite and titillate me with six sentences. Just six…! Erika failed to do so with an entire novel to play with. Pity, as the idea has potential.

As a writer…
The piece needs an editor. It needs to be slapped with a big old red pen of doom and ironed out. Its too long, there are scenes that are clunky at best, utterly unnecessary at worse. Anastasia is almost as irritating as Bella Swan (almost) and seems flat to me. She lacks depth and instead seems host to a strange cluster of traits that don’t compliment each other at all. She confuses me. She also blushes too damn much. Hell, if anybody in the real world spent that much time blushing, I doubt there would be enough blood left for the rest of their body. There must be another way to express her embarrassment/fear/lust/confusion/anger… but no… its all done with a series of blushes and flushes.

Christian is broken. And not in a good way. From what I understand of the BDSM Community he is a jumble that makes no sense. His manner and his method seems in the face of one of the most important principles of BDSM play… SSC (safe, sane and consensual). Nothing about his freakish stalking tendencies strikes me as sane and it certainly wasn’t consensual. In a brief spoiler, Christian invades Anastasia’s privacy in a way that boarders on criminal, which is not what the community is about. It feels to me as though Erika could have done a bit more research into the world she was trying to represent.

The plot did become a bit predictable. Self indulgent sex scenes aside, it was too easy to second guess at where the tale was heading. The only thing remaining was to guess at what point events would unfold. I felt very much as though the writing handed everything to me on a silver platter. To paraphrase comments from my writer’s group ‘I had nothing left to do.’ That principle of ‘show, not tell’ was utterly ignored.
 

As a fan of erotica…
Well, like I said, I’ve read better. The descriptions became repetitive and, despite themes of the sex, it actually got a bit boring. There was no heat in it, at least that I could feel, and the passion came off as forced.

With that much sex getting thrown around, I didn’t really have time to care about the characters, which would have made the sex better. In truth, less is more. People underestimate how true that is.
 

As someone who enjoys books…
I didn’t engage with the characters as much as I hoped I would and the story was too long for me. It took ages to get going and then I found myself skim reading over certain aspects because 1) I didn’t need to know that detail and 2) it was just a bit boring, for want of a better word.

That being said, it was an incredibly easy read. I tackled the book in about three days, baring in mind that I’m already half way through two other books (Call of The Wild and Game of Thrones) and I’m looking after my babies. For something a bit mindless to while away the time before its safe to go back to sleep at 4am it certainly did the trick.
 

In all, I don’t regret reading the book. I’ve now formed my opinion about it and feel safe in expressing myself when people ask me what I think (because people do… regularly). I can base my opinion on what I have read, rather than what I have heard, and that is always valuable to me. I’ve even started on Fifty Shades Darker, which is the second book in the trilogy.

That being said I’m not holding out much hope that the second book will be any better than the first. I would expect that Erika will remain of the same level as she progresses through her trilogy, though I would hope that she improves. Time will tell on that score.

*picks up Kindle, begins to read*


Last Sunday of May and its been a great month! I’m really getting into the swing of them now, and loving the fantastic range available through the myriad selection of other authors.

Anyway… hail…! Another post of Six Sentence goodness to take us through Sunday!

This piece from my A-Z of flash fiction is ‘G’ and the trigger word was Gate. I’d love to know what you think.

~Sandra struggles to make a decision with the questionable advice from two close associates…

“What’s to think about?” Red Man interrupted my musings again with another of his characteristic grunts. “Go that way and its all boring harp singing, soups and cloud surfing. Come this way and its pizza all night, rock music and as much sex as you could possibly want.”
I frowned. “I’m dead; what good does any of that stuff do me?!”

That’s me done for this week. I’ll invite you now to hit the the banner link below. It will take you to the list of other Six Sunday participants and I highly recommend checking out what they’re up to. :)

Six Sentence Sunday


Figured it was time for a review… not done one for a while.

So…! Mission Impossible; a franchise that is slogging on further and far longer than I ever guessed it would. I didn’t see MI3 when it came out (not sure that I’m missing a great deal but it would have made little parts of this film make a bit more sense, I suppose).

Never mind!

Movie poster for MI4Car chases, foot chases, explosions and fisticuffs… if this is what makes your movie, then this is pretty much perfect for you.

I have to admit, almost despite myself, that I really enjoyed the film. But that’s mainly because this is exactly what I like. Lots of action sequences, fancy cars, chases, fast cuts and minimal plot. Not to say it didn’t have plot, but it was simple and, frankly put, when the decision to go to the cinema is a spur of the moment decision made because I’m getting snowed on, then I think we did pretty well out of it.

Its quite simple; a mission to pull some files from the Kremlin gets massively botched and leads to Ethan Hunt’s (Tom Cruise) team getting disavowed. Not only that, but if they screw up any more, they’re going to end up branded as terrorists. Worse still, they still have to stop a crazed nuclear bomber from destroying the world by pitting Russia against USA. Dun duhn duuuuuuuh!

Yeah… so off they go to fix it.

Dave made the very good point of saying that the film should just be called: Possible. Because in the end, of course, it is. That’s not a spoiler, but just what you’d expect. I mean think about it, would you really go to see Mission Impossible and expect them not to save the day? So I think that’s the only fall down point for me; some of the magic is gone. You know they’re going to fix everything… you’re just not entirely sure of how.

Still that chick in the green dress is smokin’ hot, so if you’re into eye candy there’s both her and Tom Cruise to keep you entertained. Though I still maintain that he must have been wearing something in his heels; its well known that he’s a short ass. How, therefore, was he still as tall as his female lead while she was strutting around in three inch heels? *snerk*

Oh and Simon Pegg is ace. ^_^

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