Oh, pshaw. Goggle-eyed staring for long amounts of time, no. Pretending that the breastfeeding mama doesn't exist, no need.
The sozlet had the unfortunate habit, when younger, of becoming convinced that something incredibly interesting was taking place immediately behind her while she was nursing in public, and suddenly craning her head back, giving everyone a real good look-see. Since my choices were remain a recluse until approximately her first birthday or nurse in public on occasion, I eventually worked out a system where I draped a thin cotton b&w print pareo over her; she could see out, but people couldn't see in.
How ya doin', Husker?