Maybe later.
For now, all I can do is hang my hopes on the slim percentage that I won’t get breast cancer, knowing that if a tumor develops, it’s not like I can afford to treat that either.
It’s only a matter of time before I get the breast cancer. Guess I better take care of these things before I give up the job and insurance.
Another year in a row… I’m starting to take the hint.
I don’t have a horse in this race.
I think I’ll paint instead.
Go sportball!
Phil says it will be an early spring. He’s been right 28% of the time.
#themoreyouknow
And the award for the first thing to piss me off today goes to… this little slice of hell on earth.
Not a new complaint, to be sure, but still.
a) I know we’ve asked for this before, but for real, can we stop sexualizing breast cancer, pretty please? I’ve come to the conclusion that everyone loves breasts. Maybe a primal thing to do with comfort or mothers or something, but regardless of who you like to do it with, breasts are appealing. Having said that, I’m pretty sure that most everyone would rather have the women in their lives alive and breastless than stacked and dead. Which brings me to,
b) Yes, save “second base.” Nevermind the person who carries them around. Of course this is about men’s pleasure (again, not because straight men are the only people who like breasts, but this is clearly aimed at straight men), not about women not getting very sick and/or dying. Wrap that fucked up message in something just as fucked up - the baseball system of scoring with chicks.
c) Even if there were something similar for say, prostate cancer, like “Save the Magic Button!” (maybe something akin to the superdumb “feel your boobies” campaign, which once made me go on a t-shirt slashing rampage in Carson’s) it would still not be so objectifying. AND it would still be about male pleasure.
d) It’s always young white ladies in these things. Because, as we all know, only youngish white women get breast cancer. Like, who cares if a 70 year old woman of color loses her boobs - you’re not trying to touch them anyway. Clearly what you, gentlemen, have desire for and access to is really all that matters.
e) Stop fetishizing breast cancer altogether. There are plenty of other cancers, plenty of other diseases, lots of other causes of death. This is coming from someone whose mother had breast cancer (in the ’70s, when the survival rate was much lower), whose best friend lost his mother to breast cancer. It’s a horrible illness, I’m not arguing that. But there are more preventable diseases that get much less attention (heart disease, etc.), not to mention the more present dangers women face (DV, SA, etc).
What color ribbon is rectal cancer?
What base is testicular cancer?
Breast cancer is not cute, so stop dressing it up in frilly frocks & making it all about the breasts… People are attached to those breasts.
Fuck cancer & your bullshit swag!
A letter from Banksy
How sad that we need a reminder that we don’t need to ask for permission to act.
Why are these people smiling? Because they are adjacent to the First Lady, yes, but also because volunteering is fun. Find a National Day of Service event near you—going on all day today.
I really like the idea of MLK day being a day of service… Who could object to a day off to do good?
It’s nearly -20 below and these shoes are so inappropriate but I don’t care!
I want them…
