There’s an aisle at the supermarket that has a sign above it that reads “ADULT CEREALS”. Every time I see it, I snigger inwardly at the thought of sexually explicit cornflakes. (Pornflakes. You’re welcome.) It’s not big, and it’s not clever: I know that. But all these years living in south Manchester have taught me to grab whatever slivers of humour one can from life.
Anyway… A friend’s FB feed this morning pointed me in the direction of this: a page on Boredpanda showing some of the best entries to the 2016 Birth Photography competition. (Yeah: I know. I had no idea, either.)
I guess that birth photography is a bit of a niche field. The one that won “Best in Category: Labour” is, for my money, a brilliant picture. Some of the compositions are astonishingly good – but then, come to think of it, childbirth isn’t exactly a surprise, so I suppose that if you’re going to invite someone to photograph it, they’re going to have plenty of time to make sure that the lighting is right.
A second thought that the pictures raise is this: no matter how much people bang on about the miracle of birth… well, nope. Look at the labour picture again. I can’t begin to express how glad I am that that’s never going to happen to me; and I’m even more convinced than I was that I don’t want to play any part in inflicting that on another person.
But my overriding response is something in the realm of astonishment that some of the pictures are blanked out as having “mature content”.
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