Kardashian. Not a name that I'd ordinarily associate with respect, but I've got to say: since Kourtney Kardashian became a mom this past December, I've reached deep into my skeptical soul and found some respect for her.**
**Disclaimer: This applies to Kourtney only. The other Kardashians? Not so much.
It all started with her screaming 'PHOTOSHOPPED' when OK! magazine put her on the cover sans baby weight with her son seven days after giving birth. Good for her for not going along with the wacky world of celebrity and trying to convince the world that forty plus pounds of pregnancy weight just melted away like spilled ice from a drink on an LA sidewalk.
And now, Kourtney has publicly stated that she's tasted her own breastmilk. You go girl.
Not an admission for everyone but hey, if it's good enough for baby, it's good enough for mom, right? Not that I'm recommending breast milk as an aperitif but still: it's not disgusting, it's just ummmmmm... acquired.
Okay, so she didn't publicly state that she tasted her own mammary mead, it was her childless sister Khloe who tweeted the hilarious and revealing:
Followed by another tweet:
Yes, TMI for many people, maybe, but like I said, if it's good enough for baby Mason, it's good enough for Mom. Word. Maybe if more moms in the public eye were unabashed in nursing their babies, there'd be fewer people responding with 'TMI' or - worse, much worse - 'ew.'
Breastmilk, it's made for drinking. And heck, it's not like she used her placenta for a facial or to make a placenta teddy bear. That's where I draw the line folks (yes folks: standards, I have them.)