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So, those ridiculously coy posting memes on Facebook about purse or bra color that are supposedly for raising awareness about breast cancer? You know, the ones that DON'T ACTUALLY MENTION CANCER? Yeah, people more articulate than I (like, oh, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cleolinda) have posted very good rants about the idiocy of those memes.
However. There's a new one.
Simply type in "I do it (....) (....) and I (....). Message me for details."
Fill in the first blank with where you do your breast-self examinations (for example (in the shower, in the bedroom, before I get dressed).
Fill in the second blank with how often you do your breast self-examinations (for example - every month, almost every day, when I'm on my cycle, etc.).
And finally, fill in the third blank with information about your mammograms (for example, I started when I was 40, I did it for the first time this year, or I haven't done it yet, but will when the time is right.)
For example - my original post looked like this:
"I do it in the shower, at least once a month, and I did it for the first time this year. PM/message me for details."
"Hopefully this will raise awareness not only of Breast Cancer, but also of the practices that can help detect it early and prevent it from being a killer."
How, exactly, will these sorts of posts raise awareness of breast cancer and detection practices when they're just more coy, tee-hee nonsense?
You want to raise awareness about breast cancer? Then talk about it. Openly. Don't hide behind coy and giggly innuendo. TALK ABOUT IT. Talk about how it has affected your life. Talk about how stupid it is to put off scheduling mammograms. (Hi, I'm an idiot. I'm very lucky that the check-up I recently had was fine, and ignoring the reminders to schedule that appointment was REALLY DUMB OF ME. Don't use me as a role model for this sort of thing.)
My apologies to the handful of you who have included me on FB messages suggesting women make these sorts of posts. I know you mean well. But this sort of, well, pointless internet "activism" make me crazy.
cleolinda) have posted very good rants about the idiocy of those memes.However. There's a new one.
Simply type in "I do it (....) (....) and I (....). Message me for details."
Fill in the first blank with where you do your breast-self examinations (for example (in the shower, in the bedroom, before I get dressed).
Fill in the second blank with how often you do your breast self-examinations (for example - every month, almost every day, when I'm on my cycle, etc.).
And finally, fill in the third blank with information about your mammograms (for example, I started when I was 40, I did it for the first time this year, or I haven't done it yet, but will when the time is right.)
For example - my original post looked like this:
"I do it in the shower, at least once a month, and I did it for the first time this year. PM/message me for details."
"Hopefully this will raise awareness not only of Breast Cancer, but also of the practices that can help detect it early and prevent it from being a killer."
How, exactly, will these sorts of posts raise awareness of breast cancer and detection practices when they're just more coy, tee-hee nonsense?
You want to raise awareness about breast cancer? Then talk about it. Openly. Don't hide behind coy and giggly innuendo. TALK ABOUT IT. Talk about how it has affected your life. Talk about how stupid it is to put off scheduling mammograms. (Hi, I'm an idiot. I'm very lucky that the check-up I recently had was fine, and ignoring the reminders to schedule that appointment was REALLY DUMB OF ME. Don't use me as a role model for this sort of thing.)
My apologies to the handful of you who have included me on FB messages suggesting women make these sorts of posts. I know you mean well. But this sort of, well, pointless internet "activism" make me crazy.
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A high school acquaintance, who has me friends on FB, recently put up one that was something like "Turn your FB page camo for the day to support our troops".
How the hell does a camo page support anything, exactly?
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I have similar thoughts about a couple of other issues, but nothing coherent enough to put in my LJ.
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I wish I could afford to get mammograms done, and that when I had insurance that they'd have covered it. Yes, I'm young- but estrogen based cancers run so heavily and young in my family it's almost a matter of WHEN not IF.
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If it were not the only way to reach a large number of the people I know, I wouldn't bother. (Although while I'm there I do play Mafia Wars)
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The other one is just...I am speechless at the tackiness of it all.
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I'm wondering if the cheaper vintners have released their pink-ribboned bottles of wine yet, however. Alcohol consumption is a risk factor in breast cancer, but not like you'd know it when you see those bottles. They ought to be ashamed.
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Instead of slapping a pink ribbon on and donating some miniscule percentage of your profits, how about developing products without the substances that have been linked to breast cancer? Oh, wait, that'd make sense and be responsible....
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We had a breast cancer walkathon through our neighborhood last Sunday, and while I'm all for snark and humor and joy in the face of grimness and death, something in me died just a little when I saw one pink-tutu-and-fairy-wing'd contingent march past with its leader proudly holding aloft a plushie boob on a stick, surrounded by an aureole of pink felt lightning bolts. Something died, and then came roaring back to coldly furious life when I went to the car and found that one of the walkers had stuck a business card on the windshield of every car on the block that read, "Save the ta-tas! Come to my website to sponsor my walk against breast cancer and show your ta-ta love."
Oh my feminist heart, it hurts, and my feminist tongue, it is tied up and incoherent with rage.
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But yeah, I hate this innuendo stuff. TYSM for this post.
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It's been annoying me for days, it's about as bad as all the game apps...I really don't care if so-and-so needs my help to complete their demon wings or so-and-so found a treasure chest and wants to share. ugh.
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Breast cancer = I eat Yoplait! lick the lids, send them. the end.
And more if I need to. :) but yeah, I don't get why people just don't talk about it openly either.
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The sad thing is there are so many ways for people to get involved that are more... productive. I stumbled across one this morning and you know... it took me less than five minutes to read the info and make a donation. But really, why spend five minutes doing something helpful when you can tee-hee about goofy comments on FB? =( http://community.livejournal.com/steamfashion/2844302.html
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... not that I'm, y'know, annoyed by this stuff, or anything...
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Long time no type, by the way!
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You know what I put in my Facebook status?
"Someone you know will be affected by breast cancer. Someone you know will die from it, will have a loved one die from it, will have to have a mastectomy. Do something to help. Keep your pink pictures and ribbons and all the other pink shit; I want knowledge. I want action." And included a link to the National Breast Cancer Foundation (nationalbreastcancer.org (http://www.nationalbreastcancer.org))
Cancer isn't cute. It isn't fun. It's not some stupid internet meme. And it's definitely not sexy and flirty.
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I am ranting & idealistic by nature, but now, in my approaching dotage, I am far less judgemental. I wouldn't want to go for a walk in my bra, but i'll happily give money to someone who wants to; I've written that cryptic message about the colour of my underwear & I've given support to family members & friends who have suffered or survived (& sadly sometimes lost) cancer...I never felt anything i did (no matter how trite it might be) cheapened the actuality of the disease.
when you have held someone as they died, it doesn't necesarily make you angry that someone dresses in a pink tutu because they believe they are helping. When you know your own time is more finite than originally expected, it doesn't automatically follow you'll want more harsh reality.
you might, you might not...vive la differernce,I say; if its not your cup of tea just don't do it, but please please don't judge well-meaning folk who think they are helping (& sometimes you know, they actually are)
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