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Save Me Not Second Base

As Breast Cancer Awareness Month draws to a close I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and a lot of waffling over whether I should get involved with a debatable issue. But one of the things you learn in the School of Humanities is that rhetoric is open for critique.

Go on. Save the boobies. Save the tatas. Save second base. Raise money. Sell wristbands. Base entire campaigns around a secondary, sexualized sex characteristic used pars pro toto for womanhood. You’ll get away with it.

But first save the people they’re attached to.

So, the Save Second Base/Save the Boobies thing INFURIATES me on a really personal level.

Breast cancer runs in my family really, really prevalently. My mom basically intimated recently, “Yeah, well, it’s probably an inevitability for women in the family at this point.”

One of the women in my family, who is INCREDIBLY important to me and whom I love very dearly, was diagnosed with breast cancer, and the only option was a double mastectomy. So she did it. Only no one told her until after the surgery that because of her age and health factors, she wouldn’t ever be approved for reconstructive surgery.

Which was a pretty huge and traumatic blow to experience in the recovery room after massive surgery.

(And hugely irresponsible of the doctors involved, but that’s a whole other mess of feelings.)

And every time breast cancer awareness month rolls around, I just want to punch everything in sight, because this campaign that’s supposed to be about her, about women like her, keeps focusing on the thing that was taken away from her. Instead of celebrating her and how amazing and strong she is in the face of what she had to go through.

Fuck that fucking campaign, seriously.

(Source: nihilnovisubsole)

“Saving the Boobies” is a mantra that gets thrown around a lot this month, but it does not properly address how breast cancer adversely affects and ends lives. Talking about breasts as if they are an independent entity, as if it’s the breasts that are worth saving as opposed to the life and body they are attached to is not only patriarchal, but also down right sexist. It implies that a woman’s worth is in her breasts, in her sexuality. There is no “Save the Dick” campaign to raise awareness for penile cancer because unlike dick, boobs are objects of heterosexual male desire. Breastfeeding (another topic for another day) and a little thing called cancer interfere with that. Making breast cancer “sexy” as a marketing device not only undermines the severity of breast cancer but also assumes that women are the only ones with mammary glands. If we cannot have productive conversations about breast cancer without pitting women against their bodies, we will never be able to bring awareness to the early detection of other deadly (presumably un-sexy) cancers like penile cancer, lung cancer, colon cancer, lymphoma, and countless others.’

Jazmine Walker, Saving The Boobies Will Not Save Me (via asgardian-feminist)

I hate, hate, hate the “save the boobies” merchandising. 

(via feministlove)

Pink

So I might loose some people because of this post but I really just want to get it off my chest.

Here I go:

Breast Cancer is not the only Fucking cancer in the world! I am sick and tired of PINK shit EVERYWHERE!! Yes breast cancer is a terrible cancer, but ALL yes ALL cancers deserve the same amount of research funding and awareness. And I am saying these things as a woman, and as some one who has two relatives who have survived breast cancer. But really, really enough with the pink. I was searching for just “cancer awareness” ribbons or items and I was harassed with pink. Enough. Oh and it really pisses me off when there is Pink shit getting sold in September when TEAL should be fucking EVERYWHERE! GURRRRR.

That being said I wish all cancers had the same awareness as breast. Did you know that ovarian cancer is most often found in the late stages because there is no test to find and prevent it. That means more women will die because the cancer wasn’t found until it was too late. I push ovarian cancer awareness because it is what i will most likely die from, and I want no one to have to go through that. I don’t want another mother, father, sisters, brothers, husband, children, wife to loose someone they love to cancer. 

So I am sorry if I have offended you. If you have breast cancer it is nothing against you, many of you have more fight and strength than I do, but it is the pink and the Susan G. Komen foundation that bothers me. It is the lack of attention to other cancers that desperately need the funds more than breast cancer. We have a test to detect breast cancer, but for others we don’t and I think to find a cure we need to check and prevent cancer before it can happen.

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