5:30 am and the San Diego airport is already
jamming. The new security measures basically require me to strip down
to socks and boxers before I am wanded by a gigantic security person of
undetermined sex. Good morning I say as the black paddle is waved
around me in some kind of pagan ritualistic voodoo mojo in the dojo fashion.
I suggest that they just go ahead and make the screening area a shower.
While I soap up they can scan my luggage and clothing for whatever the
threat dejour is. In fact this might make flights better in that all
passengers will be fresh and clean. That is until some religious group
files a law suit on the grounds that bathing violates some tenant of their
faith.Hey, more airport action over in the next row. A woman is
breast feeding her son. Nice to see the mother and son reunion, except
the kid is like 10 years old. Another waiting passenger noticed this
as well and we started a conversation on the subject.
When does mama's
milk shop close? I make no claim of medical or personal experience on
the subject but when the child can dress themselves and wipe themselves
shouldn't the udder close? Or at least don't show it to me, babies
yes, but this kid could have eaten a happy meal like other kid's his age in
the airport. The mother looked very happy and proud, perhaps 10 years
of lactating has clouded her. I wonder if she packs him a lunch for
school or do they schedule his feedings?
Since we are on the subject of the breasts, just let me say that San Diego has more silicon peaks than anyplace I have ever visited. They are everywhere, I even saw a two grandmother's discussing their recent augmentations and how their grandkids loved the new look. Now I am frightened. Why would you want to be hot for your grandkids? Yuck! Hey I am all for grandma being pretty or beautiful, but I don't want her waiting tables at Hooter's to supplement her social security.
Good grief, has it really come to this. Let's give everyone
tits then, I don't want to wear mine but I will take a set home, I'll use
mine as throw pillows for the couch. Something to hold on to during a
scary movie. 
A recent episode of South Park went in the other direction, one
of the girls argued that she needed to get her implants now to keep pace
with some of the other girls who were developing natural breasts, or in this
case bumps. It was so wrong but so right on. More precious than gold,
more coveted than money, this could become a world currency. But would
naturals jugs have more value than implants? I will get back to you on
this one, more research needed.
Peace,
Sean