Breast Cancer Awareness

Pink Ribbon day here in New Zealand, and the wimminz are out in force. Pink ribbons for sale, why aren't you wearing pink, etc. All to raise awareness (as if it's not been shoved down our throats for the past two fucking weeks) and funds for Breast Cancer.

It doesn't take much to refuse. Just a simple: "no thanks" or "not for me thanks".

Do you know what the most interesting thing is? None of the harpies - not one - has asked me why not.

Heh.

So the women are pushing this like a drug, with support from the pussified men dressed in pink - it's to puke. Give, give, give, give money to show your support - it's for women's breast cancer. Come on, man up! It's practically a little social event at work, with cute costumes and cute cooking and the like. The cooing gaggle of girls makes me roll my eyes.

Movember in contrast: the men grow a moustache. They have to collect pledges, it's not handed out to them "just because" - nor is there any expectation of that. Finally, we have to endure the smartass comments from the women's brigade while we're doing this - and they do very little to show any kind of support.

Fun facts to think about (in America alone)  -

Breast cancer: 232,340 women are expected to be diagnosed in 2013

Prostate cancer: 238,590 men are expected to be diagnosed in 2013

Radical surgery is prescribed for prostate cancer, side-effects being incontinence for at least a time - and possibly impotence. Worse: it has been found that radical surgery does nothing more than a simple close watch on the situation can do. There's a silent shit-storm going on in the medical community about it at this time: a lot of money, millions of dollars, is gonna fly away from some of these surgeons. I wonder how few are having a crisis of conscience.

Breast Cancer Awareness - this awareness being constantly rammed down our throats is the biggest cancer of all. Slick advertising, pamphlets, paying telemarketers to call for donations, big thank-you's on the TV, paying the staff who have to administer and track everything - all money that doesn't go to it's stated recipients. Myself, I like that my taxes go towards public health: there's my charity, paid on a weekly/fortnightly/monthly basis.

It is a sick, twisted, poisonous society that we live in.

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Already, pictures of guys painting their nails with pink nail polish or wearing pink tutu's are doing the rounds. Ugh. It's not even lunchtime yet, stop putting me off my food!