Fresh Milk: The Secret Life of Breasts [NOOK Book]

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While countless breastfeeding guides crowd bookshelves, not one of them speaks to women with anything approaching bestselling author Fiona Giles's level of intimacy and vitality. In Fresh Milk, through a provocative collection of stories, memories, and personal accounts, Giles uncovers the myths and truths of the lactating breast.

From the young mother grappling with the bewildering trappings of maternity wear to the woman who finds herself ...
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Overview

While countless breastfeeding guides crowd bookshelves, not one of them speaks to women with anything approaching bestselling author Fiona Giles's level of intimacy and vitality. In Fresh Milk, through a provocative collection of stories, memories, and personal accounts, Giles uncovers the myths and truths of the lactating breast.

From the young mother grappling with the bewildering trappings of maternity wear to the woman who finds herself surprisingly aroused by new sensations, and the modern dad who learns the ins and outs of breastfeeding, the portraits in Giles's eye-opening book offer a funny, wise, and comforting resource for women -- and even their friends and partners who have had, or expect, intimate experiences with the pleasures and pain of lactation.

By turns poignant and informative, sexy and witty, empathic and empowering, Fresh Milk delivers everything we wanted to know about breastfeeding that our mothers never told us.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Australian scholar and feminist Giles (Dick for a Day) shows the personal is political (and vice versa) in this collection of accounts with commentaries, a look at the pleasures, difficulties and cultural attitudes about breastfeeding. She intersperses comforting images of Madonna-like mother-infant bonding with more disturbing and unexpected scenes: pus- and blood-oozing nipples, the sexuality of breastfeeding, "milkmaid" porn, nipples as technological fetish and a recipe for breast milk ice cream. Giles impressively argues that our culture's mixed message to women-breastfeed for the health of the child, but don't practice that disgusting act in public-reveals a squeamishness about the pure animality of breastfeeding, as well as an unwillingness to come to terms with its inherent sexuality. As Giles comments, "The stories in this book reach toward a wider, and a wilder, space in which breastfeeding might more freely ebb and flow." Drawn from historical research, conversations, questionnaire responses and Giles's own experience, some stories are presented straight from their sources; others are combined and fictionalized. The accompanying remarks are often as long as the stories, and readers may get confused about the identity of the narrator at any given moment. But this collection is sure to provoke deep thought and strong reactions, both visceral and emotional, from revulsion to longing, sometimes both at once. Agent, Elaine Markson. (Apr.) Forecast: Giles's nonjudgmental approach toward many taboo subjects makes her book rare, and it should attract feminists as well as new and expectant parents. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Women who have never been pregnant producing milk during sex? Men lactating? Grandmothers spontaneously producing milk for their grandchildren? Men lactating? Mothers adding their milk to everyday recipes? Men lactating? This collection of real-life stories based on the experiences, memories, and research of those whose lives were affected by breastfeeding is sure to raise a few eyebrows. But, as Australian scholar Giles rightfully points out, there is much more breast milk in our lives and in our cultural imagination than we realize. With this "galaxy of voices" (e.g., "Natural, my butt"), she hopes to break through some stereotypes (e.g., thinking of lactating women as immediately postpartum) and offer the Western reader an eye-opening exploration of this most perfect of nature's creations. Sure, many of the experiences she relates are awkward and maybe even disturbing, but they convey a range of reactions needed to provoke dialog. They also answer some of the basic questions that are rarely discussed in how-to manuals, e.g., Why the silence about the difficulty of breastfeeding? Why the silence and even shame about its sensual qualities? This stirring collection easily convinces that the delicate subject of breast-feeding is best tackled through oral history rather than how-to manuals overcrowding book shelves. After all, they are usually highly contradictory and too often based on general assumptions. Enthusiastically recommended.-Mirela Roncevic, "Library Journal" Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
From the Publisher
Hope Edelman author of Motherless Daughters and Mother of My Mother Provocative and insightful, surprising and occasionally irreverent, Fresh Milk is a lactation primer for the twenty-first century.

Marilyn Yalom author of A History of the Breast and A History of the Wife This is NOT your everyday breastfeeding manual. It is a fascinating, quirky... funny collection of stories about breastfeeding that should be read by all women who are nursing or intend to nurse."

Noelle Oxenhandler author of The Eros of Parenthood Fresh Milk provides a witty, moving, and compassionate reservoir of honest and intimate experiences....I have no doubt that it will provide a rich and comforting sustenance for mothers and their broods for generations to come.

Bernice L. Hausman author of Mother's Milk Fresh Milk is precisely the kind of book that I wish I had had while breastfeeding my own kids. Off-beat, even raunchy at times, the accounts presented by Giles remind us that nursing narratives aren't limited to stories between mothers and infants, that breastfeeding is already present in our lives in ways that we don't even fully realize.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439128909
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster
  • Publication date: 5/11/2010
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 288
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author


Fiona Giles, author of Chick for a Day and Dick for a Day, is an Australian scholar and feminist. A graduate of Oxford University, lives in Sydney with her partner and two sons.
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Introduction

Whenever I used to think of fresh milk, I imagined rows and rows of chilled cartons of cows' milk, neatly arranged according to their fat content or their added proteins and vitamins, and sometimes colored with chocolate, or strawberry, or caramel. When I was young, fresh milk was delivered in glass bottles to the front gate. Later it came from the corner store, or the cold food aisle of the supermarket. It listed nutritional contents on the label and the percentage these represented of the recommended daily allowance. It had a use-by date. And it had to be kept cold.

Once I began to breastfeed my children, my idea of fresh milk suddenly changed. Fresh milk is warm, and watery pale. Its packaging walks and talks, and runs, and makes love. It is absent of labeling. It has no fixed quantity, or set loading of nutrients, but ebbs and flows according to the needs of its consumers. It is flavored with garlic, or vanilla, or carrots, and sometimes all these things. It is not confined to fridges and stores, but is everywhere women are.

Western culture tends to think of women's milk only in relation to the babies they might choose to feed. We think of lactating women as immediately postpartum, still wrapped in the aura of childbirth and laden with the trappings of infancy: bassinets, strollers, blankets, diaper bags, the thousand-and-one bits and pieces that we buy when our babies arrive. It's as if we hire our new milky breasts along with all this stuff, and sign a rental contract specifying that they must be packed away and forgotten after weaning, sometime within the baby's first year. These hired lactating breasts are connected to the hospital bed, to nursing bras and nursing pads, and special diets, and sleepless nights, and hollow-eyed jealous husbands. They are medically scrutinized, gently massaged, and intensely discussed during the time they are used. Then, when the flow is stanched, they are primly returned to their lacy cage, to be admired again according to purely aesthetic considerations.

The more I researched this book, the clearer it became that breastmilk is not only a feature of maternity wards and parental bedrooms, or even those well-lit corners of shopping centers and car parks from which breastfeeding mothers have frequently been ejected. The places and conditions in which women — and children and men — experience breastfeeding are far more varied and surprising than this. But the details of how we fit breastfeeding into our lives, or decide that it doesn't fit, are not well known. And the meaning of breastfeeding — as opposed to its nutritional content — is rarely discussed outside mothers' groups and pediatricians' waiting rooms.

Of the people I spoke to, most had succeeded in fitting breastfeeding into their lives, and often in surprising ways. Early on in my research, I came across a press clipping from March 1997, about a South African mother, Kristen Grobler, who had breastfed her poodle puppy while also breastfeeding her baby. I knew about tandem-feeding, in which twins are fed simultaneously, and sometimes older and younger siblings. I'd also read about women in Papua New Guinea nursing their piglets, as these are domestic animals in that country; and women in many countries in previous centuries, including Canadian Indians and white American women, who nursed puppies, either to nourish their pets, toughen their nipples, or keep up their supply. The mythic Romulus and Remus were nursed by a wolf; and it has recently emerged that a South American orphan who was "adopted" by a pack of dogs also drank their milk. But the Johannesburg mother landed this kind of breastfeeding squarely in our contemporary suburban landscape.

Some of these events might be dismissed, in the normal course of life, as unnervingly weird. But it is curious to me why our mythology about women as producers of food from their own bodies is so incomplete. In the last twenty years we have begun to accept the full reality of women's bodies giving birth to their offspring as a cataclysmic, yet natural event — neither an illness nor a disability. Yet we still balk at the idea of these same bodies making something that all of us can drink.

The stories we do have, scattered through history, novels, and film, veer between reverential accounts drawing on the Christian myth of the selfless and virginal Madonna and Child, and smutty pop culture jokes and asides. We either have to go way back to the Renaissance, to Caravaggio's Seven Acts of Mercy and Peter Paul Rubens's Venus, Mars and Cupid, or way forward, to Liz Hurley's jugs of cream in Austin Powers or Jim Carrey's assault on a nursing mother in Me, Myself, & Irene. Pablo Picasso and Frida Kahlo are two exceptions among twentieth-century painters, who had an interest in the subject. Picasso has been quoted by the art critic Betty Churcher as saying, "Those breasts are most beautiful that give the most milk." There are scattered literary references, stories and poems by women about nursing, such as Elissa Schappell's "Here Is Comfort, Take It" in her short story collection Use Me, and the poems of Sharon Olds. But these are relatively obscure, and there is very little, even in feminist nonfiction, that gazes steadily on the fully lived experience of all the people involved.

Within this fully lived realm, I learned of the vastness and diversity of people's experience with breastmilk. I heard from women who had never had children, nor even been pregnant, who produced milk during sex. Another woman, who longed to become pregnant, told me that her breasts felt heavier after she'd been cuddling her friend's baby. A grandmother who'd weaned her own children thirty years earlier said she spontaneously produced milk for her grandson, and so helped her daughter to feed him. Perfectly ordinary men confessed how they longed to drink milk from a woman's breasts, both as a sexual turn-on and as a means to deepen a friendship. Mothers who'd ceased feeding their babies told me they'd decided to keep up their supply for their husbands. Others noticed that if they squeezed their breasts, many years after weaning, droplets of milk still emerged.

I heard from mothers who topped up their family's breakfast bowls with milk from their breasts, or added it to their coffee, or the mashed potatoes. A woman whose baby died continued to pump her milk and donate it to a milk bank. A thirteen-year-old Melbourne girl was given two cups of breastmilk a day, donated by other women, to survive her allergies. A New Yorker, who wasn't breastfed as a child, told me of his curiosity about the flavor of breastmilk and offered to make it into ice cream for me if I could find a donor. A father told me how he'd comforted his daughter by letting her latch onto his breast when the mother was away. An Englishman emailed to say he'd produced milk for his baby in the 1970s and helped his wife breastfeed. I spoke to the New York-based artist Patrick Bucklew, who was once offended by a stripper in a Provincetown club squirting milk at him, but went on to produce prosthetic breasts that squirted coconut milk ten feet and incorporate them into his own performances.

Perhaps the most surprising story from a man came from a Sydney taxi driver who told his passenger — a lactation consultant — that as a child in Bosnia he had been hired out by his dad, in exchange for cigarettes, to relieve nursing mothers of their engorgement by sucking their breasts. He told the lactation consultant with some pride, "Some days I sucked tit before school, and some days after school. The ladies thought I was cute so they gave me cakes and sweets after I finished. Some days I was so full of milk and cakes I had a bellyache."

I heard from large-breasted women who had discovered they could breastfeed themselves, and one of them added this to her repertoire when masturbating. After one interview I conducted for this book, I experienced the feeling of letdown, as though my milk were coming in, even though I'd not breastfed for over a year.

I could only conclude that there is much more breastmilk in our lives, in our bodies, and in our culutral imaginary, than we realize. Through my research, it has gradually made itself known to me, almost as if it is a great lost resource of contemporary life.

In addition to listening to stories, I also sent out questionnaires, and received over two hundred replies, mostly from women but approximately 10 percent from men. Replies came from Australia, America, New Zealand, Canada, Britain, South Africa, and France. I used the questionnaires to find more stories and to get a broad, qualitative picture of the attitudes to breastfeeding in our culture. Naturally, I received many more answers from breastfeeding enthusiasts than any other kind. But within that group there exists not only an incredible breadth of wisdom and expertise on the subject, but also a startling variety of views on what is right, or wrong, or difficult, or joyful about breastfeeding today. As any expectant mom who's read up on the subject knows, there are almost as many methods for breastfeeding as there are babies, and breasts to put them on.

Fresh Milk is a selection of the stories I encountered. It is a galaxy of voices, a narrative Milky Way. Some of the stories grew out of answers to the questionnaire, others are edited from interviews, and several are based on email exchanges. Some of the monologues are based on transcripts without any significant alteration, while others are based on combined voices, and have been fictionalized. Three of the stories were written by other women — Gayle Brandeis, Belinda Luscombe, and Alison Bartlett — and adapted for this collection. Many of the names in the stories have been changed to protect the privacy of contributors and their children.

All the stories are based on the experiences, memories, and research of people who have been touched by breastfeeding, or its absence. Together they extend the boundaries of what we consider normal when it comes to human parenting. They reveal a glimpse of what lactation means to us, and how it might fit more amply into our lives. Fresh Milk is an oral history in the fullest sense of the word, abundant and overflowing. Enjoy!

Copyright © 2003 by Fiona Giles

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    fascinating...

    Not for everyone, but a must for those who are passionate about breastfeeding!

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