Sorry it’s been a while since the last comic, I’ve been spending time with the family, going to the beach, surfing, and frolicking with friends, and feel a little sad that our un-school-y schedule-y stuff is starting up again. We usually are excited to start the fall, but this year summer was pretty grand.

While on a lovely summer walk the other day I asked the kids this question, the one in this comic, and got this exact answer. These are MY children, the children of a Lactivist, the children of a breastfeeding mother; one who is still breastfeeding, the other who breastfed until four years old. I find their answers indicative of a wider societal problem, one that I’ll keep addressing in comics, but in my own family, in my own family, we’re going to spend more time talking about how gorgeous breasts are, and what miracles, and hypocrisy, and stupid rules, and how fabulous women are, and probably spend a lot more time topless ;o)

We have a story in my family of my great-grandmother the matriarch of a large family of mostly boys who were living early-twentieth century lives of wide open spaces, farm work, and rough and tumble play. One day the boys showed up at the dinner table with their shirts off, and well, my great-grandmother got up from the table and took her shirt off too. Sitting back down to complete silence, the boys sheepishly got up and put their shirts back on. I like that story, she seems like a fun broad ;o) although in my happy world I’d like it more if they all agreed that topless was comfortable and fine and necessary, especially if your breasts have a job to do, and why cover them, why cover them at all?

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More comics coming…and books!