Dinosaur Goes to Brunch

This past weekend my husband and I were eating brunch and overhead a girl at the table next to us say, "I mean, like, I wonder what it was like for people who were in college without Facebook or cell phones. They must have been so disconnected."

When we heard this, my husband and I had the exact same thought, which was. "We were more connected that you'll ever be."

She spoke about these days gone by as if there isn't anyone alive now that she could possibly ask about pre-Facebook and pre-cell phone days. Like there was an ice age between the 80's/early 90's and today that broke the links to ever know about lives of these low-tech humans.

She and her friends continued to ponder this era gone, "I mean, if you wanted to get in touch with a friend, would you just show up at their apartment?" Yeah, you would. "Or would you call them on a land line?" Yeah, and back in the day, we just called that 'the phone.' "And if you didn't have Facebook, how would you know what all your friends are up to?"

First of all, back in the day, instead of "friends" we had friends. And there was no level of distiniction. Either you were friends with someone or not. Now, there are levels of friendship: people you like enough as a 'friend' to Facebook with, people you might be close enough with to actually e-mail, people a step up that you might consider talking on the phone with, and then the 'friends' that you might like enough to meet up with in person.

Back in the day, friends were people that you actually wanted to be around. Crazy concept, I know!

And you would know what your friends were up to because you would ask them. Not just be a voyer and read up on their Facebook status.

So if you know people curious about their caveman ancestors, feel free to forward this. Errh, I mean, facebook it, myspace it, text it, g-chat it, tweet it to all your 'friends.'

Hooter Hiders?

Apparently this nursing cover product is for ‘discreet’ breastfeeding. Oddly enough, it looks like a carnival tent attached to the front of this woman’s body. Although I love the clever name ‘Hooter Hiders’, it’s an understatement. These are definitely hiding more than just hooters! A caravan of elephants could hide under these things!

To me, it doesn’t look discreet or stylish, but suspicious. It makes me wonder what type of circus is going on under there. Is there juggling? Cotton candy? How old is the child? Should he or she be in school? Is she really just breastfeeding a child or is she serving a 3-course meal to a pack of bearded women carnies? And most importantly, would a simple, solid colored scarf not do the trick?

But who am I to judge? If you want to have some fun breastfeeding Barnum and Bailey style, step right up and get your very own circus tent online…

http://www.babybella.biz/inc/sdetail/56879