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Boobies, Babies, And Boeings: I Don’t Like To Fly With Your Kids

Yep, I admit it. I don’t like to fly with your kids.

Recently, I commented on a post that I didn’t understand why parents brought their boobies on board an airplane. I mean, why they brought their babies on board their boobies.  No, that wasn’t it.

I asked why they would bring babies on commercial flights, even though their boobies were coming with them.

Well, I think you can guess how that went over. Like a lead airplane.

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Despite my assurances that I would NEVER eat a child, throw them off the airplane at thirty thousand feet, or even put them in the cargo hold, it mattered not. I was Adolf Hitler and The Black Hand Society all rolled into one in the minds of the subsequent parents commenting on my comment.

The first and only time I read of The Black Hand Society was in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Francie’s mother would threaten her with it, when she wasn’t good. The Black Hand Society would leave a tracing of a black hand on the doors of houses whose children had been ‘disappeared’.

(The Black Hand Society has apparently greased a few palms, because all I can find out on Google is that it was a Sicilian and Italian-American society of the late 19th century. It is also defined as having been engaged in ‘lawless and criminal activities’. Such as stealing noisy babies and naughty kids.)

The follow up comments to mine related stories of traveling to see family across the world, going to see elderly relatives, and of course, moving and changing cities.


The exclamation point probably wasn’t needed at that point.

It’s not like we can leave the plane as we are sometimes forced to do in restaurants and stores. (If I do open a door in a pressurized cabin, you and your kids are coming with me, whether you like it or not. )

The Sam’s Club warehouse is a freaking echo chamber. I asked a manager there once if she could request parents to stop their kids from screaming because of the echoing. Her response?

“We can’t even tell them the kids aren’t allowed to climb on the shelves, even if a box of coffins falls on their darling’s head.” 

Think about that for a second. A second should be all it takes. A store that can’t tell kids they aren’t allowed to climb on the shelves.

How did we get here?

As for all the sob stories I was told by these flying parents, with which I sympathized, like Patrice O’Neal, I finally stopped caring what the back story was. I don’t want to listen to a screaming child and I paid for my ticket, too. I know all the reasons kids scream, cry, run around, and kick your seat back. Doesn’t put a dent in my own personal distaste for being stuck with the obnoxiousness.

This is, after all, just my personal opinion. It’s not like I walk down the aisle on my way to the lav and slap the parents. I don’t even give them dirty looks. I might roll my eyes, and do a face palm. That, I opine, is my right.

Patrice O’Neal’s point was that after a few minutes the back story becomes secondary to our own needs and moods. “How long do I have to feel bad about this?” he asks of himself.

(Only it was really funny when he said it.)

I was variously accused by these parents of being selfish, lacking in compassion (despite twelve years as a flight attendant lifting strollers and bags out of overhead bins, and trying to accommodate parents in any way I could), and even of being ‘over-dramatic’ by one gay hubby and parent.

I thought being funny, sympathetic, and “You know girl, I feel the same way, and I’ve got kids!“, was the gay man’s schtick in trade. I guess that’s one of those stereotypes gay men never bother to refute. Like black men not disabusing anyone of the stereotype of them being so ‘generously endowed’ in the nether regions.

Why fight a fun stereotype?

I asked him how he’d like it if he took a romantic week long cruise with his wife (that may have been why he got ticked, but I didn’t know then he was gay), and the ship was filled with screaming, rowdy kids.

My comparison of a commercial flight to a cruise ship led him to call me a ‘dumb, overly-dramatic, selfish hetero’ chick. Sigh. So true. (Well, he said that in so many words.)Then, he ended his comment with: ‘Sad’. He dragged out the old stand by that ‘life isn’t fair’.

It’s only supposed to be fair for parents.

He said he himself was sick of all the ‘assistance animals’ people bring on board. My feeling is that as long as they’re quiet, it’s all good with me. No barking, meowing, squawking, or squeezing the life out of other passengers if it happens to be a snake on a plane.

So…it’s okay to be a parent with four children under six, but not to be handicapped. Ah.

After all the parents were finished with that subject, somehow we got onto breast feeding. Oy. One woman won a lawsuit for not being allowed to breast feed her one year old on the airplane with her breast uncovered.

That ticked me off. The fact that she won it. It’s not unheard of to breast feed a four year old, even a seven year old. Just prop your size eight boots up here, honey. No one will notice you’re in the first grade and still breast feeding. Where do we draw the line?

Don’t tell me this kid got to be one and never ate solid foods up to that point.

This of course, made me the uptight spinster who’s against all biological needs, such as breast feeding. I’d like to see this mother try breast feeding on a park bench in Saudi Arabia, and then get angry when she’s beheaded. Well, you know what I mean.

In actual fact, if the details of this story are correct, the flight attendant should have been disciplined, the cockpit should have intervened before the parents were told to leave the aircraft, and it should never have gone to court as a lawsuit over breast feeding. Delta is a southern airline, and still has some pretty narrow minded attitudes.

That flight attendant is who the one parent should be mad at, not me. Oh, well. Such are the risks of expressing your opinion.

People pick and choose the cultures they think are fine. The woman giving me a bad time about thinking women should at least use a clean small towel or cotton diaper to cover their breast, told me not to ‘watch’ if I didn’t like it.

What about the four hundred other people from around the world? Why do we have to submit to the demands of the few? How would she like a man stroking his penis next to her because it relaxed him, and in his culture this is perfectly acceptable?

Breast feeding is a murky, loaded subject too, if you get my drift.

My bright idea of having ‘child free’ flights for those willing to pay a little more isn’t a new one. One airline has ‘child free zones’ on every flight. No child under 12 may be seated in this zone. People are screaming discrimination over this. Go scream with your kid.

Child free zones may be somewhat like having the smoking section only on the right side of the aircraft, or only in the back, which as anyone my age knows, didn’t really keep the smoke out of other people’s faces.

But it’s a start. I might eventually get airlines to go with my idea of the cargo hold for anyone under 12. You never know.












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4 thoughts on “Boobies, Babies, And Boeings: I Don’t Like To Fly With Your Kids

  • February 18, 2017 at 11:52 pm

    I solved this problem by purchasing my own airplane years ago. A little slower and lower, but no screaming, crying, or kicking of seats.

    Just don’t tell the FAA. They’ve got all sorts of stupid licensing requirements, medical certifications, and Rules and Regulations.

    • February 18, 2017 at 11:55 pm

      Mum’s the word, so to speak. Haha!
      One person did tell me to fly in my own private jet. Of course. Why didn’t I think of that? “Oh, Onassis, honey! Light the fires and kick the tires! We’re outta here!”

  • February 19, 2017 at 10:46 am

    This reminds me of a story I’ve been told: when I was a toddler, my mother took me on a flight, and the old lady next to us couldn’t stop bitching about my presence; and I wasn’t even crying! Just chillin’ all cool the entire trip.

    I understand that kids (and parents thereof) can be very annoying, but hey, who hasn’t ever been there, done that? Are we all born at forty? Besides, it can’t be worst than a bus full of teenagers, or gods forbid of slightly drunk elders; I’ve seen both, and it’s terrifying. Specially the latter.

    • February 19, 2017 at 8:31 pm

      That rotten old lady! I’ll kick her butt! You were probably adorable and well-behaved. I’m sure of it.

      I completely agree about obnoxious adults and teens, Alfredo. You know I talk about my motorcycle neighbors and the neighbors who scream at each other. I was in the courthouse a few weeks ago, and a young mother was thrown out for screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs at her kids, because she misplaced her phone. And then her paperwork. And then this, that, and the other. She was carrying one small plastic bag, and couldn’t seem to manage that.

      So, you’re right; I’d take fifteen chubby baby Alfredos, warbling happily, than one of her. In fact, I’d take a plane load of dogs and cats over one of her.


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