Last summer, my friends and I had a terrific business idea: breast milk ice cream. We had a location, 
a witty name, and some lovely flavors all dreamed up for our all natural, locally made creamery. We just needed some lactating breasts.
So, imagine my dismay when I saw that a posh creamery in London has come out with a breast milk ice cream called “Baby Gaga.” Imagine my anger growing as I see the way the store is using pseudo-sexual pop fetish marketing to get press and profit. Oh, and the owner of the store looks like a complete tool. I’m now imagining this spreading to New York and then maybe in five years here to Chicago, where I will continue to tell everyone that they stole my idea.
