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Tuesday, October 11, 2005


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One thing I've noticed way too much of lately is breast cancer being used as a merchandising tool. In stores I've seen oodles of bizarre items imprinted with anti-breast-cancer logos and marketed as "a portion of this sale is donated to breast cancer research". The weirdest ones I've seen are mattresses, and a set of pale pink pots to cook in.

Breast cancer is an awful thing, there's no denying that. But I personally can't imagine wanting to have cooking pots or a mattress that reminded me about breast cancer every single day, every time I looked at it. Well, I guess the mattress would be covered in sheets, so I'd only be reminded on the rare occasions when I'd change the sheets on the bed. But still, the cookware would be showing every single day, every time I cooked, and I'd imagine that that would get old. The only way I can make sense of this is that maybe your perspective changes when a loved one has breast cancer. Maybe that would be enough to make a person want to look at pale pink anti-breast-cancer cooking pots every day. I don't know.

I just don't get it.

Ok, *after* I wrote that, I clicked on the various links in your posting in order to go read the essay. I found links to two bios of Barbara Ehrenreich and one link about Philobiblon, but I didn't actually find the essay in question. Could you post the link to it again, and/or tell me which link I should have clicked on?


Eek! Thanks Valerie for pointing out (inadvertently!) that I forgot to include the link!!! I've included it now - via 'incisive essay'.

Some interesting stuff (similar thoughts, though much nastier) on going through breast cancer here: http://twistyfaster.typepad.com/i_blame_the_patriarchy/

Including some very confronting images.

This morning I noticed that there was a drawing of a pink ribbon printed on the bag of baby carrots in our fridge. I read the bag, and, sure enough, a portion of the proceeds from the sale of that bag of baby carrots was donated to a breast cancer organization. Baby carrots?

I too have referenced this essay in one of my postings. I especially liked how shw pointed out the infantalism side of the whole breast cancer religion what with the teddy bears and all. I had testicular cancer. No one offered me a matchbox car. Moreover, where's the magnetic ribbon for ball cancer? Hare Krishna, Carcinoma, Melanoma, Hare Hare!

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