About blue milk

blue milk is part ‘blue stocking’ and part ‘mother’. It is a journal of experiences. I write about what’s on my mind.

My mind has been on stuff like this.

By the way, I am much less gloomy than I appear to be in doll form, particularly when seated beside an enormous glass of red wine.

I like writing. I wish my job was writing this. Instead my job is to write about other things.

Sometimes I also write over at Hoyden About Town, if you don’t already read them, you should.

I’m a feminist. Everyone’s feminism is different, this blog is my feminism. My feminism is richer for understanding your feminism. I get the most intelligent comments in the world on my site (like, check out the first and second comments on this page for instance).

But really, I’m very lucky, after most posts I wish I could re-write them to incorporate the brilliant points readers have raised.

I also co-facilitate feminist discussion groups. I like talking as well as writing. Our most popular feminist discussion group ever was When sexual desire compromises your feminism. Guess everyone feels compromised.

I de-bunk myths about mothers.

There is a blue milk myth I was told when I was a new mother.. and it is that if you drink alcohol you need to empty your breasts of all the bad (mother) milk (which incidentally will be a disturbing shade of blue from all the bad, bad alcohol), before you can feed your baby again. I’m ashamed to admit that in my ignorance I even repeated this myth to another new mother. So essentially, even if there was an opportunity for you as a new mother to cut loose and have a nice evening you couldn’t really take it up unless you were prepared to face the horror of turning your milk blue (in fact the first milk in every feed has a blue tint and it is perfectly normal), the slow trial of expressing it all, the heartbreaking waste of tipping it all down the drain, and then the challenge of somehow keeping your hungry, little baby quiet while it skipped a feed waiting for your clean milk. No. Small. Feat.