I’m actually serious. Does anyone know what “Minky” is? It can’t refer to fur (either real or fake), can it? I see no fur-looking material there at all.
MInky is the rolls-royce of plushie fabric. It’s dimensionally stable, has non-crush pile, doesn’t fray and is very strokable! (I love minky. but not in a Freaky way)
In the UK, Minky is a company that makes cleaning stuff. The first thing that comes to mind is scouring pads. I don’t want clothes made out of scouring pads.
Shit, once you’ve had a baby modesty should be non-existent, especially if you deliver at a teaching hospital. _Everybody_ trots through to watch the show.
Maybe some thoughtful, generous person should start a “Practice Birthing Center” where women of child-bearing years who aren’t pregnant yet can have everybody come look at their bidness, just so they can get used to it. *runs over to Kickstarter.com*
I always thought we could prevent teenage pregnancy by making a calendar of our stretched out, stretch marked, saggy, scarred bellies.
My youngest was a preemie and in the NICU for several weeks. They would give pregnant teenaged girls tours through the NICU since so many teens give birth prematurely.
I thought the time to give that tour was before they caught pregnant, but what do I know?
I’m there with you. The worst burn: when my daughter, who was born at 9 1/2 pounds caught sight of my tummy over my jeans at the age if three and put a blanket over it. I disown you!
Heh. I was carrying twins and went in for my monthly ultrasound. It happened to be “Take Your Daughter To Work Day” and the OB asked if I minded his daughter and her friend watching — no problem!
The girls were horrified both by the size of my belly and the fact that my bellybutton wasn’t an innie or an outie — it was pretty much gone.
“See, Stacey, when a Mommy and a suitable partner love each other very much, Mommy endures nine months of hormonal swings, puking at the smell of the wrong foods, back aches, and having to pee every fifteen microseconds due to her bladder having about as much room in her tummy as a grain of rice … all so when the baby starts to crown, she can beg for an episiotomy or death, whichever is faster. Now go dream about your date with Justin Bieber.”
But I do both evilly chuckle and cringe when women swear they can avoid stretch marks by copious use of cocoa butter or any other magic elixer. Like morning sickness (which I didn’t get), it’s genetics — if your mother and/or sisters get stretch marks, so will you.
Or your father’s mom. That’s where my buggers came from. Hell, I had them at 13 weeks….well, to be fair, I had some before I was even 19 or pregnant or fat…..stupid boobs…
My oversized chest zeppelins started coming in at the tender age of 10. I didn’t have my first period until 16, and the boobs didn’t stop growing until I was in my mid 20s. Then I gained a cup breastfeeding. Final score: F.
I’ve been trying to donate them to needy A-cups, but no takers so far.
Thank heaven I gave up modesty lying naked in front of god and everybody, covered in most of the major bodily fluids for a good 15 minutes before someone remembered there was a recently pregnant woman in the room.
By the time I delivered my daughter, everybody but the janitor had been up in my yin-yang. And even he may have snuck in there at some point when I was distracted by attempting to stand up in the stirrups.
I’m sure there’s nothing worse than sticking out in a crowd while you’re breastfeeding, and this thing really helps you blend well in any social situation*.
“Ma’am, we’re going to have to ask you to leave the restaurant. Our dress code, while fairly relaxed, does not permit the wearing of ‘kiddie-pools’ while dining.”
This has mutli-purpose written all over it. Not only can you breast feed your pet baby pygmy hippo in privacy, it also comes in useful if you want to go out in public if you have a parasitic twin attached to your side.
lovinglymadewithspite
November 26, 2012 at 2:40 pm
Donald Ducking is when one is promenading (hopefully) around the house in a shirt and no pants. This phenomenon is usually practiced when the pair of pants you want to wear that day are still in the dryer.
Also, this comes in useful, when your are running from the Russia mob, and you have to hide in a sweat-shop bean-bag factory…. There are just so many uses for this.
It looks like one of those “party-pictures” of someone who got totally wasted and collided with a baby-carriage while attempting some idiotic feat. The next picture in the series would feature her face scrawled with various words like “douche” or “cock”, written on her after she passed out.
Oh, yeah, that guy. The rabbi who only performs your bris in Vegas, while simultaneously dealing at the blackjack tables, accompanied by a couple of cantors and showgirls. The casino got tired of his act and wanted to fire him, but they found that it’s not all that easy to shuffle off this chordal mohel.
lovinglymadewithspite
November 26, 2012 at 2:49 pm
Oh, and off this tent subject, my mom was in Chagrin Falls… her car broke down there and had to get a new head gasket… wish your dad was a car mechanic! He isn’t is he? I should have asked before!!!
lovinglymadewithspite
November 26, 2012 at 2:44 pm
When will people realize that the BABY is not wearing the tent, wrap or the baby bag… There is NO need for “baby” material. Make it black, brown, grey… God, I hate this stupid world.
My breasts are big enough that I cannot do a basic, modest, pull-one-breast-out-a-little hold. I have to do a football hold, with the baby lying alongside me propped up on a pillow face up. So basically, with the breast above the baby and 100% completely exposed.
Blanket? Not good enough. Especially if you have a baby with hands. They tend to yank on things that are draped over their faces. Anyone who has a baby that doesn’t do this is lucky.
So really my only option was doing it in private. Because I was not going to buy a big nursing tent. But at least I can understand the reason for their existence. And there are definitely more attractive options out there than this one in any case . . .
I’m in the same boat, Rushgirl, the Mega Milk factories and the baby that wouldn’t stand to have anything over his face. (He’s five now, I breastfed for a year). I think I tried it twice before I gave the heck up. If they want to get a look at boob skin, let them have at it. The nipple is occupied anyway, if it bothers the little nancies soo much.
inappropriate.consumption
November 26, 2012 at 8:05 pm
I feel the strangest urge to share this story. When I was breastfeeding my youngest, I went to a tattoo parlor, because, you know, I’m classy like that. And while we were there naturally he got hungry and fussy. I was a little embarrassed about whipping a boob out since I didn’t have a blanket, up until this little old lady comes around the divider. She’s got tattoos up both arms, and an eye patch. An honest to God eye patch. She looks at the baby, back at me, then says “Shit girl they’s just titties! Give the little man what he wants!”
That being said, as an avid Regretsy fan do you think HK will give me points if I buy one of these monstrosities and make it into a blouse? To wear with my skants of course.
I can think of nothing more attractive to wear when I’m having post-partum depression and feel like an ungainly human milk machine. Why doesn’t the model wear a cowbell for added charm?
Watch out for that TRADEMARK, you guys. All of you now owe this seller a quarter for every time you used the word “milktent”. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Expect a cease and desist order any minute now.
November 26, 2012 at 11:31 am
Octomom feeding an octopus
November 26, 2012 at 11:34 am
Vegan-wise, she might actually be lacto-octomom.
November 26, 2012 at 11:35 am
I’m octo-intolerant
November 26, 2012 at 11:37 am
So you’re incephaloble. Me too. Or so I’m told.
November 26, 2012 at 11:43 am
As long as neither of you mollusk them, that’s OK.
November 26, 2012 at 11:45 am
Stop squidding around!
November 26, 2012 at 1:52 pm
Everybody just needs to clam down!
November 26, 2012 at 2:29 pm
May I muscle my way into this thread as well?
November 26, 2012 at 2:52 pm
Come on in. We’re not shellfish.
November 26, 2012 at 3:09 pm
A bit crabby at times…
November 26, 2012 at 3:53 pm
You should buy one just for the halibut.
November 26, 2012 at 11:32 am
Do not – under any circumstances – confuse your Milktent with your red tent!
November 26, 2012 at 11:51 am
Things just got two in tents.
November 26, 2012 at 11:33 am
Touch my minky. Touch it!
November 26, 2012 at 2:15 pm
Liebe meine Apschminki!
November 26, 2012 at 11:34 am
For when a burqa just isn’t enough
November 26, 2012 at 2:19 pm
It is really just a tasteful nursing cover-up for dancing ballerinas like this one:
November 26, 2012 at 2:51 pm
This must be the “blow job” tent?
November 26, 2012 at 7:57 pm
Off topic, but what is going on with that guy’s right foot?
November 27, 2012 at 4:11 am
oh dear. you are correct ill. He is in the middle of the drunk walk?
November 26, 2012 at 11:34 am
Worried about modesty when not wearing pants. Mmkay.
November 26, 2012 at 11:39 am
I think they call it “Upper-Modesty”.
November 26, 2012 at 11:43 am
I thought the term was “shirt cocker”, but perhaps it’s gender specific?
November 26, 2012 at 11:54 am
I think she ran out of Minky while constructing the Big Top for Baby Dumbo. None left for the bottom.
November 26, 2012 at 12:03 pm
I’ll admit that I know next to nothing about the fine fabric choices offered at the Dollar Store, but what the hell is “Minky”?
November 26, 2012 at 12:11 pm
Weasels are pretty minky. Or are minks weaselly?
November 26, 2012 at 12:18 pm
I’m actually serious. Does anyone know what “Minky” is? It can’t refer to fur (either real or fake), can it? I see no fur-looking material there at all.
November 26, 2012 at 12:24 pm
It’s a soft, usually fuzzy fabric that feels like mink. I used to use it for the back of quilts because it really does feel wonderful.
November 26, 2012 at 1:08 pm
Is this why sometimes a hard, cylindrical thing is called “woody”?
November 26, 2012 at 2:32 pm
I thought he worked in a bar.
November 26, 2012 at 1:47 pm
MInky is the rolls-royce of plushie fabric. It’s dimensionally stable, has non-crush pile, doesn’t fray and is very strokable! (I love minky. but not in a Freaky way)
November 26, 2012 at 1:53 pm
Are you sure? “Very strokable” sounded pretty freaky. I guess it all depends on where your “freak-threshold” is.
November 26, 2012 at 2:01 pm
I think Plushie Rolls-Royce Fondling is yet another thing covered under Rule 34.
November 26, 2012 at 2:07 pm
Depends what or whom you’re stroking it with. (…So… soft…)
November 26, 2012 at 2:22 pm
What exactly are YOU stroking it with, lizzy1? Inquiring minds want to know. Well, mostly me.
November 26, 2012 at 2:57 pm
I also want to know about the Kinky Minky Pinky (winky winky)
November 26, 2012 at 2:02 pm
In the UK, Minky is a company that makes cleaning stuff. The first thing that comes to mind is scouring pads. I don’t want clothes made out of scouring pads.
November 26, 2012 at 11:43 am
Shit, once you’ve had a baby modesty should be non-existent, especially if you deliver at a teaching hospital. _Everybody_ trots through to watch the show.
November 26, 2012 at 11:55 am
Maybe some thoughtful, generous person should start a “Practice Birthing Center” where women of child-bearing years who aren’t pregnant yet can have everybody come look at their bidness, just so they can get used to it. *runs over to Kickstarter.com*
November 26, 2012 at 12:04 pm
Zip, are you trying to tell us that you’re going into the Snizz Biz? It’s a pretty saturated market- I wish you well, good sir.
November 26, 2012 at 12:14 pm
Are you kidding? It’s taking off!
November 26, 2012 at 1:11 pm
And do they call it the Sniz Biz because nobody can take the time anymore to say Squack Racket? What have we become?
November 26, 2012 at 1:57 pm
Kids today are so bush-league, you know?
November 28, 2012 at 1:14 pm
You could start one in Beaver Falls.
November 26, 2012 at 3:50 pm
I always thought we could prevent teenage pregnancy by making a calendar of our stretched out, stretch marked, saggy, scarred bellies.
My youngest was a preemie and in the NICU for several weeks. They would give pregnant teenaged girls tours through the NICU since so many teens give birth prematurely.
I thought the time to give that tour was before they caught pregnant, but what do I know?
November 26, 2012 at 7:31 pm
In all seriousness, that calendar idea is frakin’ BRILLIANT! Seriously!
November 27, 2012 at 4:34 am
Especially mine
Genetic predisposition to stretch marks + two pregnancy (one with twins) + emergency c-section = bloody mess
November 27, 2012 at 7:10 am
I’m there with you. The worst burn: when my daughter, who was born at 9 1/2 pounds caught sight of my tummy over my jeans at the age if three and put a blanket over it. I disown you!
November 27, 2012 at 7:10 am
Age “of” three. Where is my coffee?
November 26, 2012 at 2:25 pm
BTDT – my ob had 3 students shadowing him. Through labor, delivery, and then through the kidney infection I had 3 days later. Delightful.
November 26, 2012 at 3:24 pm
You gotta keep the team together in case a 4-man bobsled race breaks out unexpectedly.
November 26, 2012 at 5:12 pm
It really was like watching a mama duck and her ducklings…..walking along in a string….lol.
November 26, 2012 at 3:47 pm
Heh. I was carrying twins and went in for my monthly ultrasound. It happened to be “Take Your Daughter To Work Day” and the OB asked if I minded his daughter and her friend watching — no problem!
The girls were horrified both by the size of my belly and the fact that my bellybutton wasn’t an innie or an outie — it was pretty much gone.
November 26, 2012 at 4:00 pm
“See, Stacey, when a Mommy and a suitable partner love each other very much, Mommy endures nine months of hormonal swings, puking at the smell of the wrong foods, back aches, and having to pee every fifteen microseconds due to her bladder having about as much room in her tummy as a grain of rice … all so when the baby starts to crown, she can beg for an episiotomy or death, whichever is faster. Now go dream about your date with Justin Bieber.”
November 26, 2012 at 5:13 pm
That’s awesome. Did either of them mention cocoa butter to you? I almost punched a bitch for saying those two words to me when she saw my belly.
November 27, 2012 at 4:37 am
No — they were too emotionally scarred.
But I do both evilly chuckle and cringe when women swear they can avoid stretch marks by copious use of cocoa butter or any other magic elixer. Like morning sickness (which I didn’t get), it’s genetics — if your mother and/or sisters get stretch marks, so will you.
November 27, 2012 at 12:01 pm
Or your father’s mom. That’s where my buggers came from.
Hell, I had them at 13 weeks….well, to be fair, I had some before I was even 19 or pregnant or fat…..stupid boobs…
November 28, 2012 at 1:22 pm
My oversized chest zeppelins started coming in at the tender age of 10. I didn’t have my first period until 16, and the boobs didn’t stop growing until I was in my mid 20s. Then I gained a cup breastfeeding. Final score: F.
I’ve been trying to donate them to needy A-cups, but no takers so far.
Thank heaven I gave up modesty lying naked in front of god and everybody, covered in most of the major bodily fluids for a good 15 minutes before someone remembered there was a recently pregnant woman in the room.
November 27, 2012 at 11:50 am
By the time I delivered my daughter, everybody but the janitor had been up in my yin-yang. And even he may have snuck in there at some point when I was distracted by attempting to stand up in the stirrups.
November 26, 2012 at 7:26 pm
Her upper half is introverted while her bottom half is extroverted.
November 26, 2012 at 11:35 am
If my kink was the whole adult baby thing I’d be pitching a milk tent right now!
November 26, 2012 at 11:35 am
It is, it’s a Baby Burqua.
November 26, 2012 at 11:36 am
“Modest Moms Model Minky Milktents, While Modess Manages Menstrual Mishaps in their Modest Short-Shorts.”
November 26, 2012 at 11:37 am
That was mmm, mmm good!
November 26, 2012 at 11:37 am
Mmmmmmmmmm – “M”
November 26, 2012 at 11:39 am
Mm mm mm mm, mm mm mm mm mm. –Crash Test Dummies
November 26, 2012 at 11:41 am
When I first heard that song, I thought the DJ’s record player was on the wrong speed. Then I realized it was a cd, and got bummed immediately.
November 26, 2012 at 11:49 am
Verily was it said: “Cast not thy Canadian novelty single before the US radio audience, for they will turn again and ignore thy subsequent output.”
November 26, 2012 at 11:58 am
Didn’t they have a second hit? It sounds improbable, I know, but I think they did.
November 26, 2012 at 12:06 pm
One of them is a huge hit on “Mythbusters”.
November 26, 2012 at 12:27 pm
I think it’s because everyone loves Kari’s super-deep voice.
November 26, 2012 at 12:32 pm
I’ll grant you that, but I’maharafied at your tendency to vote Tory.
November 26, 2012 at 12:38 pm
I’m actually Adamant about it.
November 26, 2012 at 12:39 pm
I figured you for a goody two-shoes.
November 26, 2012 at 12:49 pm
I admire Kari’s deep “voice” too but I’m a heiny man as well.
November 26, 2012 at 12:56 pm
That’s plausible.
November 26, 2012 at 1:15 pm
I’m convinced they gave the song that title just so they could hear Casey Kasem pronounce it.
November 26, 2012 at 11:40 am
Alliteration: Always Awesome.
November 26, 2012 at 11:36 am
It’s probably OK to take the baby out of the carseat before breastfeeding. Unless you are doing EXTREME BREASTFEEDING!!!! “Flow With The Go!”
November 26, 2012 at 11:36 am
I, for one, just pull my boob out. Why, when I could spend $60 to look like I’m sewn into drapes from my grandma’s house? I do not know.
November 26, 2012 at 11:55 am
She looks like she poked her head out of a giant Bean Bag.
November 26, 2012 at 2:05 pm
They TRIED to make her wear a bean bag.
She said no, no, no.
November 26, 2012 at 3:01 pm
Yes I lactated
Until the babe was sated
It was flow, flow, flow.
November 26, 2012 at 11:37 am
I’m sure there’s nothing worse than sticking out in a crowd while you’re breastfeeding, and this thing really helps you blend well in any social situation*.
*Situations include: Halloween, apple-picking contests, Amish butter-churning festivals and shoplifting excursions.
November 26, 2012 at 11:44 am
Now I really want to see her pull a pineapple out of this thing.
November 26, 2012 at 11:49 am
Like the lady in the tent dress in the Nutcracker… the children just come pouring out of it!!
November 26, 2012 at 11:50 am
Or like a clown car…
November 26, 2012 at 11:56 am
I picture her getting stopped at the Mexican border, and the border patrol discovering like 15 stowaways under that thing.
November 26, 2012 at 12:32 pm
Look out! It’s “La Leche League!”
November 26, 2012 at 12:36 pm
“Okay. I’ll level with you, Officer. I have fifteen boobs.”
November 26, 2012 at 1:13 pm
“If you look the other way on this one, I’ll let you see eight of them.”
November 26, 2012 at 1:32 pm
You’d HAVE to look the other way to see eight of them.
November 26, 2012 at 2:46 pm
now i hear creepy clown music dancing in my brain.
November 26, 2012 at 11:45 am
“Ma’am, we’re going to have to ask you to leave the restaurant. Our dress code, while fairly relaxed, does not permit the wearing of ‘kiddie-pools’ while dining.”
November 26, 2012 at 11:45 am
This has mutli-purpose written all over it. Not only can you breast feed your pet baby pygmy hippo in privacy, it also comes in useful if you want to go out in public if you have a parasitic twin attached to your side.
November 26, 2012 at 2:44 pm
that’s great- but my vestigial twin is breast feeding at the moment. Suggestions?
November 26, 2012 at 11:47 am
This is perverted
November 26, 2012 at 11:48 am
MY MILK-TENT brings all the boys to the yard. Cuz my tent is bigger than yours!!!!!!
November 26, 2012 at 11:52 am
Damn right, it’s bigger than mine.
November 26, 2012 at 2:48 pm
I could nurse you, but you’ll have to shave.
November 26, 2012 at 11:48 am
This gives the term “Donald Ducking” a whole new meaning.
November 26, 2012 at 2:40 pm
Donald Ducking is when one is promenading (hopefully) around the house in a shirt and no pants. This phenomenon is usually practiced when the pair of pants you want to wear that day are still in the dryer.
November 26, 2012 at 11:49 am
Also, this comes in useful, when your are running from the Russia mob, and you have to hide in a sweat-shop bean-bag factory…. There are just so many uses for this.
November 26, 2012 at 11:50 am
You could nurse Cee-Lo Greene under that thing and no one would know.
November 26, 2012 at 11:29 pm
Cee-Lo would know know.
November 26, 2012 at 11:54 am
It looks like one of those “party-pictures” of someone who got totally wasted and collided with a baby-carriage while attempting some idiotic feat. The next picture in the series would feature her face scrawled with various words like “douche” or “cock”, written on her after she passed out.
November 26, 2012 at 2:53 pm
The dumbest things people do are usually preceded by the words, “Hey guys! Watch this!”
November 26, 2012 at 3:52 pm
That’s only for guys. For the gals I believe the words are “He seem all right.”
November 26, 2012 at 11:59 am
Well, the seller did name it a Milktent ™. And sure ‘nuf, it’s a tent.
November 26, 2012 at 12:03 pm
I think I saw a mohel perform under a big tent like that at “Circumcision Du Soleil”
November 26, 2012 at 12:06 pm
I’m starting to question your choice in event-attendance, Zip…
November 26, 2012 at 12:42 pm
Oh, yeah, that guy. The rabbi who only performs your bris in Vegas, while simultaneously dealing at the blackjack tables, accompanied by a couple of cantors and showgirls. The casino got tired of his act and wanted to fire him, but they found that it’s not all that easy to shuffle off this chordal mohel.
November 26, 2012 at 1:20 pm
Oi! You should be called “Mitzvah Bell”, you should. What with the jokes and all.
November 26, 2012 at 1:32 pm
I laughed so hard I plotzed, with all the punning and the joking over here.
November 26, 2012 at 1:53 pm
You guys set a high bar, so it’s a mitzvah I can sometimes keep up. What with my cut-rate dick jokes and all ….
November 26, 2012 at 2:47 pm
They didn’t have to pay him, he only took tips
*rimshot*
thanks everyone I’ll be here all week!
November 26, 2012 at 12:53 pm
If you don’t inject some showmanship into cutting the end of baby’s dick off, pretty soon nobody’s going to want to do it anymore.
November 26, 2012 at 12:58 pm
Doesn’t he strap the baby to a spinning wheel and throw knives at it blindfolded until the foreskin is cut off? He puts on an amazing show, for sure.
November 26, 2012 at 1:21 pm
The ol’ “Weal of Fortune” act!
November 26, 2012 at 1:28 pm
He also does a pretty convincing “Foreskin Teller” act where he predicts how much money the boy will receive at his bar mitzvah.
November 26, 2012 at 1:43 pm
Then he waves a wand, yells “Chutzpah!” and pulls a hat out of a rabbi!
November 26, 2012 at 2:00 pm
“Chutzpah!” at a bris? More like “Putz! Hah!”
November 26, 2012 at 2:44 pm
Hey, a free ticket is a free ticket!
November 26, 2012 at 12:09 pm
It looks like an action-shot of a brutal ferret fight going on in her shirt.
November 26, 2012 at 12:34 pm
Ferrets are also minky!
November 26, 2012 at 2:49 pm
Oh, and off this tent subject, my mom was in Chagrin Falls… her car broke down there and had to get a new head gasket… wish your dad was a car mechanic! He isn’t is he? I should have asked before!!!
November 26, 2012 at 12:15 pm
You know, if you consider the cost of hiring a parachute expert to help you fold that damn thing, a breast pump is starting to look pretty cheap.
November 26, 2012 at 2:29 pm
But then you’d look so stupid, using it….oh wait…
November 26, 2012 at 12:17 pm
Clearly, you guys are not familiar with reverse re-attachment parenting.
November 26, 2012 at 1:23 pm
If that had been an animated gif I think I would have expressed something.
November 26, 2012 at 12:19 pm
“But Violet, Mr. Wonka told you NOT to eat the blueberry!”
November 26, 2012 at 12:20 pm
I could see this being for Chesty Morgan, should she have ever breast-fed…
November 26, 2012 at 12:22 pm
This is clearly not a milktent, it is a lactation yurt!
(picture included for those unfamiliar with Mongolian tribal dwellings)
November 26, 2012 at 12:29 pm
Yurts produce some of the best milk products. I personally love “Yurt Yogurt”.
November 26, 2012 at 12:40 pm
Good for movies, too. “The Yurt Locker” deserved that Oscar!
November 26, 2012 at 12:46 pm
Wasn’t “Yurt Reynolds” in that one?
November 26, 2012 at 1:01 pm
He was in “For Yurt Eyes Only” That’s the one where Bond’s love interest was “Yak Hunt”.
November 26, 2012 at 1:06 pm
Great flick. I love the theme music, composed by “Yurt Bacharach”.
November 26, 2012 at 1:33 pm
He also wrote “Yurt Too Good To Be True”.
November 26, 2012 at 1:57 pm
I prefer “Yurt Having My Baby”
November 26, 2012 at 2:00 pm
Don’t forget “you always yurt the one you love.”
November 26, 2012 at 2:04 pm
“Yurt So Vain”
November 26, 2012 at 2:07 pm
“Love Yurts”
November 26, 2012 at 2:50 pm
Yurty Deeds done Yurt cheap!
November 26, 2012 at 2:54 pm
That was just what i was thinking too!!! HA!! Love it!
November 26, 2012 at 3:06 pm
These are truly “The Best Yurts of Our Lives.”
November 26, 2012 at 3:52 pm
“Yurts So Good”
November 26, 2012 at 2:07 pm
I liked her Khan-do attitude.
November 26, 2012 at 3:08 pm
You Gobi, girl!
November 26, 2012 at 5:28 pm
Hey, what’s for desert?
November 26, 2012 at 9:30 pm
I horde it’s going to be genghisbread cookies.
November 26, 2012 at 9:57 pm
Mmm, I’m so hungry I could slaughter a kubla dozen of those.
November 27, 2012 at 6:50 am
I like your Xanadu attitude.
November 27, 2012 at 9:45 am
Great Walls of Fire!!!
November 26, 2012 at 12:22 pm
Is she nekkid cept for the tent?
November 26, 2012 at 1:18 pm
Or you can shoplift Watermelons.
November 26, 2012 at 2:02 pm
Does this Minky Milktent make me look fat? Or ludicrous?
November 26, 2012 at 2:30 pm
What happened to just putting a blanket over your shoulder?
If you’re doing it right they is nothing to see.
November 26, 2012 at 2:44 pm
When will people realize that the BABY is not wearing the tent, wrap or the baby bag… There is NO need for “baby” material. Make it black, brown, grey… God, I hate this stupid world.
November 26, 2012 at 3:47 pm
Um, yeah, that doesn’t work for everyone.
My breasts are big enough that I cannot do a basic, modest, pull-one-breast-out-a-little hold. I have to do a football hold, with the baby lying alongside me propped up on a pillow face up. So basically, with the breast above the baby and 100% completely exposed.
Blanket? Not good enough. Especially if you have a baby with hands. They tend to yank on things that are draped over their faces. Anyone who has a baby that doesn’t do this is lucky.
So really my only option was doing it in private. Because I was not going to buy a big nursing tent. But at least I can understand the reason for their existence. And there are definitely more attractive options out there than this one in any case . . .
November 28, 2012 at 1:34 pm
I’m in the same boat, Rushgirl, the Mega Milk factories and the baby that wouldn’t stand to have anything over his face. (He’s five now, I breastfed for a year). I think I tried it twice before I gave the heck up. If they want to get a look at boob skin, let them have at it. The nipple is occupied anyway, if it bothers the little nancies soo much.
November 26, 2012 at 2:31 pm
“SIZE: One size fits many. Material totals 3 yds. circumference and 32″ Length from neckline to waistline.
Larger sizes can be requested (allow 3-5 days for production from purchase date).”
OH, thank GAWD – you can get them in bigger sizes! I was so worried….
November 26, 2012 at 10:44 pm
Oh good! The entire family is going camping so if we get the larger size we won’t need to buy two.
November 26, 2012 at 5:42 pm
Oh yeah. NOBODY’S going to stare at you wearing this thing.
November 26, 2012 at 8:05 pm
I feel the strangest urge to share this story. When I was breastfeeding my youngest, I went to a tattoo parlor, because, you know, I’m classy like that. And while we were there naturally he got hungry and fussy. I was a little embarrassed about whipping a boob out since I didn’t have a blanket, up until this little old lady comes around the divider. She’s got tattoos up both arms, and an eye patch. An honest to God eye patch. She looks at the baby, back at me, then says “Shit girl they’s just titties! Give the little man what he wants!”
That being said, as an avid Regretsy fan do you think HK will give me points if I buy one of these monstrosities and make it into a blouse? To wear with my skants of course.
November 27, 2012 at 9:47 am
Double points for a coordinating eye patch!
November 26, 2012 at 8:10 pm
I’m late to this one. Did I miss the “don’t you tell me when to stop weaning my ten year-old” shitstorm?
November 26, 2012 at 8:22 pm
I was just thinking I could use granny panties for my boobs, too!
November 26, 2012 at 11:49 pm
When I breastfed, I just tossed a shawl over my shoulder. We were soooo backward in the ’80s!
December 25, 2012 at 12:47 am
Weirder yet, I know many women who just WENT TO THE BATHROOM. Talk about crazy!
November 27, 2012 at 5:11 am
I think wearing some kind of ultra slutty peekaboo style bra would be more dignified than wearing this.
November 27, 2012 at 7:15 am
I can think of nothing more attractive to wear when I’m having post-partum depression and feel like an ungainly human milk machine. Why doesn’t the model wear a cowbell for added charm?
November 27, 2012 at 8:51 am
Watch out for that TRADEMARK, you guys. All of you now owe this seller a quarter for every time you used the word “milktent”. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Expect a cease and desist order any minute now.
November 27, 2012 at 9:40 am
The cropped face isn’t fooling anyone, Lysa Arryn. No-one else breastfeeds a child that big.
November 27, 2012 at 8:20 pm
Sorry, it isn’t black & white holstein print. Not interested.
December 3, 2012 at 5:13 pm
Finally! A discreet way to give my Yorkie a handjob at the mall.
December 25, 2012 at 12:46 am
I like that she is trying to be modest about breastfeeding whilst apparently wearing no pants.