Pittsburgh? More Like Tittsburgh. Bob The Boob Man Is A Lactation Specialist

“Bobby, Bob, Bob the boob builder,” Bob Monteverde, Pittsburgh’s only male lactation specialist, said.

He was asked the same question for years, “You do know you’re a man in a woman’s world?”

“I get that question a lot, especially from grandmothers,” Monteverde said. “They want to know, what does a male know about breastfeeding and my response is, who knows more about breasts than a man? And they all agree.”

He said it happened often for him to walk into a room and they would look at him like, “I was expecting Barb.”

Fuckin Bob. Back at it again with the tit talk. Now, if you’ve been reading my blogs for a while, you know I’m a big fan of alliterations. If you’re gonna be a male lactation specialist, you have to have an alliterative name. Bob The Boobman works. So does Tommy Tits. Billy Breasts. All those are good. But what else would work?

Well, Johnny Jugs, Tony Tatas, Harry Headlights (although not ideal), Charlie Chesticles, and while not alliterative, the panel will accept Jackie Cans. Thank you.

I love to imagine ole Bob the Boob Builder sitting down with some new pals at the local bowling alley.

“So, what type of work are you in Bob?”

“Milk, my good bitcc.”

“Nice. Dairy farmer. Love it.”

“Nah man. Human nips. Colostrum gang. I’m the best in the biz,” he says while getting up to roll his third strike in a row. They’ll call that a turkey on the lanes if he makes it.

Incredible.