Pinktober is coming and I suspect that I will be getting super cranky around this time every year. Yay, tradition!!
So, yeah…Pinktober. Let’s play a game. The first person to send me an email asking me to change my status to my bra color will get poked with a stick. A VERY LARGE STICK. It’s a prize befitting the winner of that particular game, I think. Do a stupid, thoughtless thing–get hit with a stick.
Whaaat? sigh. Okay, okay. We’ll be non-violent about it. Public shaming and a good long Shunning. Less violent, but hopefully just as effective.
So, I jest…and yet, I mean it. Don’t you DARE ask me to play a flirty little game that’s supposed to be about cancer, but is actually about titillating the opposite sex. Don’t send me your memes about ‘raising awareness’ by playing coy sexually oriented games. Flirt with the boys on your own time. I’m aware of cancer. Trust me. I’ve ridden that particular ride at the fair and believe me when I say there was nothing sexy or flirty about it. If I ever forget about cancer, all I have to do is look down at the tangled mess of scar tissue running across what is left of my breasts. I don’t want to hear ‘save the boobies!’. We need to save the people. We don’t need more awareness. We need more action. We need more money FOR RESEARCH, not for ‘promoting awareness’ or ‘rebranding your tarnished image’. (Oh, Komen, how can you bite me? Let me count the ways.)
So. Pinktober is coming and we can’t stop it, but, I reckon we can talk about it. Buying a pink spatula and feeling fabulous about yourself because you’re ‘helping the cause’ by promoting awareness is…well, it’s lame. (not that a pink spatula is lame, because a pink spatula is faaabulous–it’s the ‘cancer awareness’ angle that kind of sucks) We’re aware–I mean, do you know ANYONE who doesn’t know about cancer? Do you? We. Are. Aware. What we need is a goddamn cure. (It’s kind of amazing how quickly I’ve become extremely cranky about this subject. I used to be so mellow.) ;) ( L’empress mentioned in the comments below that prevention is even more important–she is correct.)
Put down the tissues with the pretty pink ribbons emblazoned on them and do something that matters. If you want to celebrate Pinktober, then give some money to Breast Cancer Action or sign up to participate in one of the many Army of Women‘s studies.
Lest I end on a cranky note–how about another give-away? The publishers of “The Breast Cancer Survival Manual” and they’re willing to send a free copy to one of my readers. So, comment below (you don’t have to do anything beyond that, I won’t make you jump through hoops) and I’ll draw a winner next Friday (Sept 28) at 8:00AM (GMT).
Sorry for not getting this posted sooner–many things happening in my life at the moment.
We have a winner! Congrats to Cindy Beth, who was lucky #3: