One evening some weeks ago, after wrapping up an evening workshop, the four of us stood around the table in our office drinking whisky and trash talking.
It’s been a long day and we are unwinding. The conversation was random and totally irreverent.
Actual Picture – Alex, Louis and Alvin at their usual perch
We joked about people with no necks (don’t ask me why), we laughed at how dim sum is created, we chided Louis for his off-the-charts IQ. We were having a blast.
And somehow or another, the conversation drifted to breast pumps. Yes. You heard me right. Breast pumps. The little contraption used to extract milk from breast feeding mums.
It all began with Alex actually, when he remarked that his facebook feed is filled with friends discussing the merits of breast pumps and which ones to get. People spend hours comparing and debating the merits of each.
There were electrically operated ones and manual ones. Battery powered ones vs non-battery powered ones. Some are closed system, while others are not. Some have silicon cushions, backlit LED screens, different power settings. Others are quieter, more compact, and have stronger suction power. It was mind boggling.
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