Reminds me of the militant femi-nazi that came to our back table in a restaurant about 25-yrs ago. My wife was breastfeeding our newborn son, completely covered and discreet, and I doubt more than 4 people in the restaurant even knew we were IN that booth. Anyway, she came over and started ranting about how shameful it was to expose a breast like that, and she should do such wicked things in the bathroom, where it belongs, because "real people" were trying to eat a civilized meal. I stood up, walked over to her table, and picked up her plate... started walking... she screamed at me because I had dared to touch her plate, and demanded to know what I was doing... I turned to her and politely said (in front of the whole restaurant) "I'm taking your plate to the women's restroom. If my son has to eat his meal in there, it will be good enough for you too, right?" The manager stopped her before she could hit me, and asked her (and her timid/whipped husband) to leave, immediately. We, on the other-hand, received our meal for free, and were welcomed back