You know, as in “cover ur tits!”
As in, “No one wants to see your saggy tits.”
As in, “My little boy doesn’t need to see your tits.”
As in, “Everyone’s entitled to their own opinion, lol. I just personally don’t want to look at tits in a restaurant!”
As in, “Put your tits away.” [Implied: Around my boyfriend]
As in, you make me shake with rage that you – A woman! An owner of your own glorious breasts! – feel compelled to use such a base, demeaning word to describe a female’s body part. That you use this word when speaking about a woman who, likely, you don’t even know, and who deserves nothing but the utmost respect from you. Because she is a woman. Because there is supposed to be this really cool, uplifting, life-affirming thing called a sisterhood between you two. Did you not get invited? Because, shit, it pisses me off that you choose to rhetorically put down another woman by attaching her to a porn search term.
As in, you make me judge you. Yes, that’s right. I said it. You say things like, “Holy balls! Is that a tit in Target? Yes, yes is.” And you make me draw flat, unfair assumptions about you. Like, that you are not very intelligent. That you are incredibly insecure. That you probably have little appreciation of classic art or literature or cultures outside of your nearest Starbucks, let alone on other continents. That you are the kind of woman who thinks, deep down, that maybe the sister in the short skirt really was asking for it. You bring out the ugly in me, and I resent that in you.
As in, you make me sad. You make me take that ugly and turn it into pity because, girl, this kind of attitude doesn’t come from thin air. What made you so insecure? What made you doubt yourself so much that you think your boyfriend might see a sliver of areola on the breast’s way into the baby’s mouth and be more turned on than he is by the wide open soul you lay before him every time you lay before him? What closed-door, closed-heart kind of childhood did you have that made you genuinely fear that exposing a young child to breastfeeding would mess with his understanding of what a woman is? Of what it means to grow a human and give your whole self to that child? Of what it means, even, to be comfortable and present with your own self? I can only assume that you have deeply rooted self esteem issues that are darker and sadder than I have room in my heart for today. Please, heal yourself. But don't tear other women down in the process with words that are small and angry.
Because, when you use words like "tits" instead of "breasts," you are not trying to have a conversation. You are not trying to learn or understand. You are not seeking a connection; you are instigating an argument. When you use words like "tits," I can't hear you over the sound of your smirk. I can't see you beyond your folded arms. I can't know you for who you might be outside of your anger.
So, Women who Use the Word “Tits” When Slamming Other Women for Breastfeeding in Public? Yeah, don’t.