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i accidentally flew delta last week. the whole fucking plane was pink. the flight attendants wore pink ribbon t-shirts, the fucking sky mall magazine was pink, the pilots wore pink ribbons, and they sold "pink lemonade" for 2 bucks a pop. pink pink pink pink. my tumor was black, black, black gray. i'm so sick of pink.
first, i thought this was a satirical onion piece. i'm afraid not. LAT, have you no shame? have you no taste? you really find this shit progressive?
Breast cancer ads use lechery for good
SOME GEMS:
"The latest and greatest is a spot called "Save the Boobs," from the Rethink Breast Cancer charity, in which a voluptuous young woman in a white bikini walks into a pool party scene. Strip-club music kicks in and the camera slow-mo's her fleshy assets while the partygoers attempt to pick their jaws up off the ground."
"Over a montage of women cupping their hands over and under their right breasts, we hear their voices reciting, "I pledge allegiance to my girls, to my chi-chis, to my hooters, to my ta-tas, to my gazongas. . . ."
the IWF is running an anti-health care reform commercial (on the hallmark channel -- don't ask) - which features a "breast cancer survivor" (wearing a pink shirt) talking about how she would have DIED under government-run health care. she also attempts to terrify the viewer by employing hyperbolic tactics, such as "if you find a lump, you might have to wait MONTHS for treatment".
i threw up in my mouth just a little bit, but now i think i need to destroy something.
this is the same IWF that referred to VAWA as "feminist pork".
indian culture is contributing to high rates of death from breast cancer! yet another reason to continue the productive and humane efforts to destroy and/or assimilate tribal cultures. this is so asinine i don't know where to begin.
look, i get it -- when your tribal word for cancer can be translated as "the sore that never heals" - then maybe you have a different worldview about cancer than your "anglo" sisters. (as an aside, are we assuming that the white world has it all figured out and most people don't automatically link cancer to a death sentence??)
this way of approaching the problem, however, is ludicrous.
why not focus on public health outreach and education rather than blame cultural practices or values? is a native woman who finds a lump going to feel comforted by the fact that a bunch of non-native oncologists have decided it's her CULTURE that is the problem?
try again, my friends.
this evening, a prime-time network televised dance competition included a 90-second "breast cancer" dance (complete with female dancer in head scarf) to -- get this - "This Woman's Work" (yeah, the c-section song from she's having a baby)-- and made me TRULY sob. genuine, heaving, sniffling, snot-flying sobbing.
i'm not kidding.
so either --
a) i'm tripping
or
b) it was actually really fucking good
i'm also reflecting a bit on how my bitterness, self-effacing coping mechanism means that when something DOES get to me - and it really, really did tonight -- then my ability to engage in full-on pink ribbony gushing -- is to the OTHER extreme. even if for just one hour a year.
it was probably lame (i don't even want to watch a re-run) but it got me in some "vulnerable" space.
also, i have to stop watching television. i have shit to do.
i don't mourn pedophiles. sorry.
