Have You Seen Enough of Jamie Grumet Yet?

Ugh. Can I just say that I am so tired of the Time magazine cover drama? I know. I know. I was a willing participant. However, I had no idea what I was stepping into. If I did, I may not have stepped there.

See, yesterday morning I got a Google alert that Time had published a series of articles on attachment parenting. One of them promised to address some of the scientific studies that AP advocates promote and I was particularly interested in reading these. This was long before the picture went viral and everybody started talking about it. There wasn’t any mention of a controversial cover. Yet.

I was pretty sure nobody reads Time anymore which is why I chose to comment on the cover when I saw it. Apparently, no one was reading Time which is exactly why the editors published it. It was like dumping gasoline all over a simmering fire and then throwing a match on it. We all know what you get. A hell of an explosion.

There’s a ton of other pictures of breastfeeding women that they took and could have used (thanks for the link, Meagan). But they didn’t. Because, let’s face it, if they had it wouldn’t have generated this response. There would be no reaction and a reaction is exactly what they wanted. They certainly got it. The senior editor of Time was on the Today show this morning and I’m pretty sure it’s a spot he hasn’t been in for awhile. Meanwhile, all of the marketing executives and editors are high fiving each other backstage.

I am done debating this picture. I feel like I know her boobs almost as well as I know my own. If I see them one more time I might just put on my black tank top and see what Gus does if I stick a boob back in his mouth.

Remember KONY 2012? In a matter of hours we all became experts on child slavery and Uganda. We professed to be so concerned over these children. All of us. It went viral too. And then Jason Russell got naked on a street corner. I haven’t heard a word about child slavery in Uganda since. Apparently, we weren’t nearly as invested as we pretended to be.

I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit tired of being a lemming.