In a class whose whole premise involves feminism and culture, if your sensibilities are offended by the notion of a mother feeding her baby, then it seems you're not quite ready for college, let alone this seminar.
Despite all this growth and experience, evolving from "college kid" to bona fide "young professional" has taken more than not wearing sweatshirts every day.
In my four undergraduate years of college, I have had eleven different and wonderful roommates, I have frequented three dining hall cafeterias, and I have cooked in two different small college kitchens.