That being said...
He's a breastfeeding nazi.
This past weekend, we were at a local bowling alley celebrating a few birthdays in Michael's family. There was a small baby with her parents one lane over. She was probably two or three months old. We admired her cuteness from afar, and I went to take my bowling turn. I came back from my strike (I totally beat everyone there - by 60 points), sat down, turned to Michael to gloat, and he slapped me on my leg.
m: Look at that baby.
a: What about her?
m: <points emphatically>
m: THEY ARE FEEDING HER FORMULA.
m: Do you think she knows that breastmilk is better? I bet that baby has a snotty nose. I can't believe this. Do you think she even tried to breastfeed? I bet she didn't. I bet she just wanted to be lazy. That baby isn't very old. She can probably re-lactate. Do you want to go talk to her?
a: <sigh> Please be quiet.
That went on for four bowlers, and then it was Michael's turn again. Thank God. I went after him (another strike) and returned to my seat beside him.
m: Seriously. That baby has been eating forever. No wonder she's so fat. They're over-feeding her. You know, you can't over-feed a breastfed baby.
a: They're not over-feeding her. I think it takes longer to feed a baby from a bottle than from the boob. (Does it? I have no idea. I pulled it from my butt to get Michael to be quiet. He bought it - hook, line, and sinker).
Fast forward a couple of days, and we had some people at our house doing some estimates. We were sitting through a presentation, Atticus was fussy, and I pulled out my boob (under a cover) to feed him.
sales guy: Oh, you're breastfeeding? That's great. Our son was almost nine pounds when he was born, so my wife never tried to breastfeed. There's no way she could have kept up with him, so we just went with formula from the beginning.
m: Atticus was nine pounds, five ounces, and he's never had formula! Ashley is a wonderful mother. <beams with pride>
a: Uh, well, if you'll excuse me, I have to go take a crap. Like, right now. (Because that was less awkward than having to sit there).
Don't misunderstand me. Breast. Is. Best. It's a proven fact, and it's not worth arguing over.
I don't eat vegetables. I don't eat any of them. None. I don't like them, and that's not likely to change. I'm not dying because I don't eat them, and a baby is not going to die because it was fed formula instead of breast milk. That, my blog friends, is also not worth arguing over.
We are fortunate to live in America. We can say what we want, carry guns, vote for the candidate of our choice, and some people even abort babies and (gasp) formula feed.
While I am very happy that my husband is joining me in "lactivist" status, I wish he would try to educate and support, not belittle and judge.
We should all strive to do that, myself included.