I am not saying it is okay to sit there and
stare at a mother breastfeeding, but I hate this idea that everyone else has to somehow ignore or pretend it isn't happening which is often the case.
Only 30 minutes old, and a baby
stares at her mother's face, then begins maneuvering downward toward mom's nipple.
Many babies enjoy
staring at their mother or father's faces for hours.
He continued
staring at his mother — the only one who, apart from my uncle, seemed to be shedding real tears.
Not exact matches
For example, we should stop «hunting for sport or furs; farming minks, foxes and other animals for their fur; capturing wild animals (often after shooting their
mothers) and imprisoning them in small cages for humans to
stare at; tormenting animals to make them learn tricks for circuses, and tormenting them to make them entertain the folks
at rodeos; slaughtering whales with explosive harpoons; and generally ignoring the interests of wild animals as we extend our empire of concrete and pollution over the surface of the globe» (ALNE 23).
I remember looking out as I preached seeing all the
mothers and fathers
staring at me with that «deer in the headlights» look, eyes wide open, mouth agape.
Bright, colorful little jewels that my 3 dear children
stared longingly
at, knowing their
mother would never - in - a-miliion-years let them have the little packages of chewy sweetness.
If a
mother is more comfortable covering herself because SHE feels better doing so, then I totally support that.With that being said, the reason I post these types pictures is for the
mother that tried breastfeeding uncovered once and she got shamed, she got
stared and pointed
at, she got nasty comments, she got asked to leave the room, she got asked to cover up.
In my experience only rude, overly horny, mentally ill people
stare at breastfeeding
mothers.
The older ones are still nursing so they are probably on the other side until 7 or so, after that they just
stare in wonder
at their wombyn goddess
mother.
Becoming a
mother transformed my life in infinite ways, and while I love my son with a fierce passion, I still end many of my days
staring at the ceiling and wondering what's become of me.
The rest of the time I had 4 pairs of eyes
staring at me the whole time, my
mother, midwife, best friend and Larry.
Sure, when the baby is sleeping, a lot of
mothers try to sneak a shower or grab something to eat, but you can bet that
at some point, they do sit and
stare at their sleeping beauty.
And for the
mothers that don't like
stares or rude comments just breastfeed
at home.
When his
mother smiled
at him, he
stared back with blank eyes rather than mirroring her smiles as David did.
Even after I got it, I just
stared at it, fighting the urge to lick it like a
mother cat grooming a kitten.
You learn to read your
mother's facial expressions and the facial expressions of every person who shows up to
stare at you.
'» There are a number of moments in I, Tonya that are startling in their physicality: Harding's
mother hurls a knife
at her during an argument and it lodges in Harding's bicep as they both
stare at one another in disbelief; Gillooly slams her hand in a car door; Harding fires a shotgun
at her husband.
As the movie begins, Eazy - E has established himself in the drug trade with a steadily rising income and accompanying dead - eye
stare; Ice Cube walks around with a notebook, scribbling down poetry that will be transformed into lyrics; and Dre alienates himself from his
mother by his pursuit of musical beats as a disc jockey
at a local club.
As he sits in his White House on the hill, shrinking beneath his elderly
mother's glassy
stare (Vanessa Redgrave
at her chilliest), Mr. du Pont has been incubating a vision.
On another occasion, she observed as a classroom of unruly adolescents was silenced by the fixed
stare of a black female teacher, whose disciplinary approach surely reminded many of their
mothers at home.
With her
mother dead, Poornima slowed her charkha; she put it away sometimes even in the middle of the day, and she would
stare at the walls of the hut and think, I'll forget her voice.
She stood
at a window in the largest of the rooms — the room which, until recently, had been her
mother's bedroom, but was now to be the Barbers» sitting - room — and
stared out
at the street.
I remember watching my
mother from the backseat as she
stared at the telephone poles flishing past us, the reflection of the white highway line in the window strobing her haggard face.
Gramps hid behind his newspaper; my sisters fixed their eyes on their plates; my
mother stared at air.
I now live in a quiet village in East Germany, where people
stare at me without comprehension when I try to communicate with them in my husband's
mother tongue.
This leads to moments of absurdity, such as when a
mother and daughter
stare at me blithely as I approach them, gun drawn and ready to fire.
No, instead of
Mother Base being just a few stills and a cutscene cameo, it's a fully explorable region of the game that offers challenges, people to chat with, vehicles to ride and an endless ocean to
stare out
at.
For the last decade or so, Wearing has been making self - portraits in which she wears an eerily real latex mask: her eyes protrude from the sockets of her
mother, brother, grandmother, Warhol, Arbus and Mapplethorpe, so that Gillian Wearing is
staring at you from the comfort of someone else's body.
The inaugural Triennial in 2008 brought together 22 works by significant artists, including Christian Boltanski's sound installation of letters of First World War servicemen being read as one sat upon a bench
at the site where these men were shipped off to battle,
staring out into the sea, and Tracey Emin's work «Baby Things» — a spattering of bronze - cast baby clothes strewn across the city paying homage to the vast number of teenage
mothers that inhabit these seaside towns such as Folkestone, and Margate, Emin's notorious hometown.
Behaviours used to determine inhibition status included: i) time spent proximal to the
mother; ii) amount of time spent
staring at the peer; iii) time spent talking; iv) number of approaches to the stranger; and v) number of approaches to the peer.