I am thankful to organizers that anticipate the needs of lactating moms at these events, especially because it wouldn't be a need I think those who haven't been in a relationship with a mother or been a mother themselves would easily recognize.
This year I have found myself breasts out in the following places:
Standing over sinks in public bathrooms
Vacant airport terminals with kiosks meant for charging devices
First aid tents at adventure shows
Backseats of mini vans (well I guess that wasn't the first time)
Front seats of subarus
In my assigned seat on the airplane
At the customs arrival in Canada
At the customs arrival in the US
At a hockey arena in Toronto (and not because of an amazing play)
Now here I am 11 months later in the creepiest but nicest designated areas of then all. Maybe the abundance of space is the strangest part because I'm used to my 5x5 closet at my work where the former man in charge said proudly "it meets the affordable care act standards!"
Thank you Obama and I actually mean it.