This has got to take it. Breast cancer handcuffs??? Hands-behind-your-back for the cure???
A quick thank you to the 126,000 or so eyeballs that fell upon these pages in 2012, and especially to fred bortz, misha, kw, and others who commented on my posts. Pushing boundaries and buttons can be a thankless task. So thank you. It really does help to have some encouragement in this.
According to WordPress, I am becoming known across teh Intertubes as a expert on “genotopia, dorkins, and thalassophilia.”
I also briefly fooled an MD (but not a nephrology social worker), ribbed and made friends with a genome exhibitionist, found pink ribbons in disturbing places, invented several new genes, and summoned an old eugenicist from the dead.
Hey, it’s a living–oh, wait…
Here’s the whole report:
Here’s a level-headed article by Virginia Postrel, who finds that cancer comes in more shades than pink. Who knew?
And here are a few more images to finish out the month. It’s Halloween–and what could be sexier and scarier than breast cancer? If you hurry, you may still be able to run down to Walgreen’s drug store and pick up one of these babies:
And if you need to hold something in place, just use your handy breast cancer stapler (these really do have awkward resonances, don’t they?)
More stationery for the cure…
We got breast cancer snacks:
…and breast cancer juice:
Good article in USA today about the way some of the breast cancer awareness promotions grossly sexualize and objectify women. This isn’t awareness–it’s just plain old-fashioned brainless ogling. (Tip of the hat to Andrea Kuszewski)
Maybe I have a twisted perspective, but this strikes me as particularly bad taste:
I just imagining someone one dying of breast cancer and her family being given these; or, even worse…
Three exclamation points means you REALLY CARE!!!
Worst of all, though, was the funeral home I passed (alas, without my phone) with, yep, a breast-cancer awareness banner draped across the front. What, do they have a special this month: die of breast cancer in October, get 10% off your casket? In fairness, though, I can understand the logic behind the banner. If someone is cured, they are on the side of humanitarianism and compassion; if not, business just gets better. It’s a win-win!
Feel like a nice, conscience-appeasing grilled cheese sandwich? Keep in mind that according to the CDC, Black women have a 60% higher death rate due to breast cancer. Yet our local store features this breast cancer bread:
What, no pendulous pumpernickel? And of course, Americans love their processed cheese-like food products, so pick up a pack of pink slices while you’re at the store…