Well, she is farking Beyonce. She could pee in the middle of Bloomingdales and management would put little velvet ropes around the puddle and charge people to see it.
Beyonce whipped her boob out in West Village restaurant last weekend to feed Blue Ivy. I will resist the urge to ask if she borrowed Robert De Niro’s Mannary Gland and play into that ol’ rumor she was never actually pregnant. Instead we can talk about breast feeding in public. She started breastfeeding Blue at the table, but conveniently found a more secluded area to nurse after lurkers got an eye full.
It’s a “beautiful, healthy gift” and all that jazz, but let’s keep it under a blanket. It’s lunch Sant Ambroeus, not Africa. (I jest! I don’t want to wake up with the La Leche League shanking me.)