Late Saturday afternoon I found myself on the couch with a cold beer in my hand, munching on junk food and watching a classic ending to a college football game. For a minute there it felt like the old days, when Saturdays could be spent horizontal and half-buzzed, shooting the shit with a bunch of unkempt, malodorous louts.
Except on either side of me sat my wife and our friend Danielle, who were breastfeeding their children and debating, in somewhat intimate detail, the pros and cons of various nursing bras.
