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Friday, March 12, 2004 · posted at 4:49 AM

Workers Against Milking Mothers (WAMM)
I’m all for mothers in the workforce. I just don’t want to know you’re a mother. That may sound extremely cold, and it’s not that I don’t want to know personal things about you (this is a whole other issue)… it’s just that:

I never want to hear the mechanic whirring of a breast pump over a conference call.

I never want to hear a baby’s suckling sounds coming from the other side of the room.

I don’t want to know you need a sweater to cover up stains of any kind (spit up, drool, milk leakage).

I don’t want to take messages that involve diarrhea, breast milk shortage, bodily fluids or functions.

I don’t want to ever smell a “poopy diaper” while I am eating my lunch, trying to concentrate, talking on the phone, hell, even if I’m working on my rubber band ball (which someone broke, thanks).

I don’t ever want to see a “poopy diaper” especially of the green variety, in the same aforementioned situations.

This may sound like I’m baby-hating. But I assure you that I don’t want to know if you’re a mother of a 6 month-old, a 6 year-old, or a 26 year-old (unless he happens to be hot, single, hetero and into short, plump Asian ranters). It’s just that older, more experienced mothers are 1.) more open to the idea that not everyone wants to hear about Little Johnny and 2.) better at picking up cues of disinterest.

For some, fixing up a car is a hobby, for others, parenting. Either way, I respect your hobby, your passion, your life… I just don’t want to hear about it.
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	Friday, March 12, 2004 · posted at 4:49 AM Workers Against Milking Mothers (WAMM) I’m all for mothers in the workforce. I just don’t want to know you’re a mother. That may sound extremely cold, and it’s not that I don’t want to know personal things about you (this is a whole other issue)… it’s just that: I never want to hear the mechanic whirring of a breast pump over a conference call. I never want to hear a baby’s suckling sounds coming from the other side of the room. I don’t want to know you need a sweater to cover up stains of any kind (spit up, drool, milk leakage). I don’t want to take messages that involve diarrhea, breast milk shortage, bodily fluids or functions. I don’t want to ever smell a “poopy diaper” while I am eating my lunch, trying to concentrate, talking on the phone, hell, even if I’m working on my rubber band ball (which someone broke, thanks). I don’t ever want to see a “poopy diaper” especially of the green variety, in the same aforementioned situations. This may sound like I’m baby-hating. But I assure you that I don’t want to know if you’re a mother of a 6 month-old, a 6 year-old, or a 26 year-old (unless he happens to be hot, single, hetero and into short, plump Asian ranters). It’s just that older, more experienced mothers are 1.) more open to the idea that not everyone wants to hear about Little Johnny and 2.) better at picking up cues of disinterest. For some, fixing up a car is a hobby, for others, parenting. Either way, I respect your hobby, your passion, your life… I just don’t want to hear about it. _______________ To curb spam, Microsoft and others are suggesting stamps for e-mail. The sheer volume of e-mail I send per day suggest this wouldn't fly well with me. An alternative "payment" in the form of a 10-second puzzle to solve has been suggested. In theory it sounds great, but if you have an addictive/competitive personality a simple game like Rush Hour and TextTwist can turn mere seconds into hours.	Recent Posts Clash of the titans. Batman versus Spiderman… who... The wave stops here. On Thursday I got to see the... Ramblings inspired by Rolling Stone magazine #944.... Welcome to five years ago. Categorization is grea... Public spaces as a dumping ground. I vehemently o... In typical banshee fashion, I spaced on my origina... I just finished my online traffic school (www.traf... Morning news babie goose ryan bluemouse daves son dawntaught desiree diorama emily escadawg galveric high entropy invisible cube jepgato kyellow lilly mhuang mogbert nudream starfish + coffee verbivore Archives March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 January 2007 March 2007 April 2007 November 2008

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