Ok, so I'm not quite up to Isolutions strength, but Letter number one got me in a mood. I breastfed both my boys, and belonged to La Leche League, and it was back in the 80s, when people forgot breasts gave milk at all, so things may be a tad different...but they're not, and here's why: when you have a baby, everyone on the planet thinks it's their business to tell you to do things differently than you are, right that very minute when they see you.
If you're nursing on the playground, they tell you, "that's disgusting! Go do that in a bathroom!" If you're feeding your baby a bottle, it's "You're ruining that baby! How could you be so selfish!" If you put a hat on your baby, it's "how can you torture that child, take that thing off him!" or if not, "how can you expose his head like that, he'll get a melanoma!" I've even had one (obviously childless) woman come up to one of my sons on the street (he was ten feet away from me) and say "where is your mommy? Are you all alone?" He was ten at the time, and it's not like he couldn't have kicked her yuppie ass, but still.
All of these people (and it's not just women, the bathroom comment was from a man) have one thing in common: they all know, know! that you are a child-abusing monster and only they can save your child from a short and brutish lifetime of abjecct misery and harm at your incompetent, nay, malevolent hands. This isn't really about boob nazis, or prudes, or anything else in the world except there's always someone who will gladly tell you you're an idiot, and if you are in fact an idiot, you will let it bother you.
With your first parental experience of this, I admit, it can be intimidating, and seem much more virulent than it actually is. Having a baby is scary, and you're not really sure what to do, even when you know what to do. You question yourself, you worry, maybe just subconsciously, that the things you don't even have a choice about, are the wrong things, and you're screwing it up! and your child will need years of therapy! And it really is all your fault! That's where LW #1 is. On the other hand, by the time you have kid #2 (or if you're lucky enough to have a good support group, as LLL was for me, sometime during kid #1), you know to say to each and every Baby Savior who swoops down upon you with the righteous fury of Kali, Destroyer of Lax Parents, crying "Do thusly or thou shalt be dispossessed of thine undeserved offspring!!":
"Oh really? The lady down the street just told me not to!"