Inquiring into our existence means that I am left wondering about a whole bunch of things, every single day. To such an extent that sometimes I wonder if I will be better off if I stopped thinking. I watch a movie and I think. I listen to a song and I think. I read something and I think. I think about what I think. Of course, all the thinking is for naught when I am but a wannabe. But, I think about that too--on how much I am a wannabe, a fake! ;)
In trying to make meaning of this existence, I have a hard time understanding many of the "developments" like the market for breast milk. We live in strange times of sperm donors, egg banks, breast pumps, and now even frozen breast milk. It appears that an overwhelming majority are accepting of these new material constructs our existence, while I--an atheist--am with a minority, who are usually uber-religious, thinking and worrying if all these are, ahem, kosher.
So, yes, in this scientific and technological world of ours where capitalism governs our lives, a market for human breast milk has been created.
What are the sources of supply to meet this demand? One source is donations that happen though the 19 locations of the Human Milk Banking Association of North America, as well as other donor organizations. But there are also for-profit companies emerging like Prolacta Bioscience and International Milk Bank which buy breast-milk, screen and test it, sometimes add additional nutrients, and then sells it to hospitals. There are also websites that facilitate buying and selling breast-milk.Seriously, you don't think this is one strange world that we have created, and will be passing it along to future generations? We spend a lot of our time on all things trivial, but we don't pause to think about what it means to the meaning of our existence if there is a market for breast milk? Either I am messed up, or we are all messed up ;)
This market is one where prices are fairly clear: the for-profit companies typically offer moms $1.50- $2 per ounce for breast milk, and end up selling it to hospitals for roughly $4 per ounce. Quantities are less clear, although for a rough sense, the nonprofit Human Milk Banking Association of North America dispensed 3.1 million ounces of breast milk in 2013, while a single for-profit firm, Prolacta, plans to process 3.4 million ounces this year.
Consider the following from that same source:
Earlier this year in Detroit, a company called Medolac announced a plan to purchase breast milk. It received a hostile open letter with a number of signatories, starting with the head of the Black Mothers' Breastfeeding Association. The letter read, in part:The breast milk market is then ripe for "outsourcing"? Similar to how there are wombs for rent in India, will the market then establish a breast milk supply chain?
[W]e are writing to you in the spirit of open dialogue about your company’s recent attempts to recruit African-American and low-income women in Detroit to sell their breast milk to your company, Medolac Laboratories. We are troubled by your targeting of African-American mothers, and your focus on Detroit in particular. We are concerned that this initiative has neither thoroughly factored in the historical context of milk sharing nor the complex social and economic challenges facing Detroit families. ... Around the country, African-American women face unique economic hardships, and this is no less true in our city. In addition, African American women have been impacted traumatically by historical commodification of our bodies. Given the economic incentives, we are deeply concerned that women will be coerced into diverting milk that they would otherwise feed their own babies.
I worry that most fellow-humans do not seem to want to think about such trends that are overwhelming us. Perhaps because most people do not want to think about why we exist? They don't care about all these? It is not that I have answers to most (all?) of the questions that pop up in my head. I have no answers at all. None.
Hmmmm ... wait a second. Maybe I am messed up because of the breast milk that nourished me. Which means, we know who is to be blamed for my thinking about all these--the same one who is to be blamed for my fascination with coffee, with cooking, with cleaning, ... ;)