No More Pink Ribbons, Please!: Update

I just wanted to let y'all know, that I spoke with my husband. If I ever get breast cancer, he has been instructed to burn any pink clothing that I possess. Again, I am not dissing breast cancer, I am dissing all the pink crap that haunts my every visit to any store.

No More Pink Ribbons, Please!

Alright, I'll probably get blasted for this, but I don't care. I am sick to death of pink ribbons! Really, I can't take it anymore. I mean, yes, I understand that breast cancer is a nasty disease that kills women. I've lost several family members to cancer, so don't think I haven't been affected by it. And in the 80s one of my mom's friends died of breast cancer, which was basically a death sentence in those days. So I really understand how far we've come. Breast cancer awareness was critical because women were dying of it and it seemed like there was no research being done. But that has changed!

Breast cancer is still bad but it's a lot more treatable nowadays. And everyone knows about it. But it seems to have become some kind of cause celebre, where the whole concept of awareness and research has been replaced with trendy pink items. I can't walk into a fucking store anymore without seeing something in pink that swears it will support breast cancer research if I buy it. Sam's Club has an entire aisle at the front of the store dedicated to "pink" items such as Cheerios. Dyson even makes a fucking pink vacuum cleaner! I've read several articles about how people are burned out on tragedies, like Katrina, etc. and they just can't take anymore of it. That's how I feel about pink ribbons. I can't set foot outside my door without being inundated by pink awareness. ENOUGH ALREADY! I'm Aware!

There's a link on the side of my blog to Hello Kitty Hell. The author is married to a woman obsessed with everything Hello Kitty. His house is covered in all things Kitty. That's how I feel now. I'm in Pink Ribbon Hell.

Unconditional Love

I found this link on a political blog; the guy said it made him tear up (me too). It's a video, but I couldn't get the URL so I'm linking to the blog post. It's a returning soldier being greeted by his dogs. I had a similar experience when I returned from my language class after being away for several months. You just can't beat dogs for unconditional love.

It's a sad day indeed...

...when Paris Hilton makes sense.

See the video for yourself.

Palin Again

What can I say, the woman bugs the shit out of me. Is it just me, or is Palin always in a dress/skirt? Has anyone seen her in pants? I didn't think she was Pentecostal, but now I wonder (not that there's necessarily anything wrong with being Pentecostal). My husband thinks it part of the pageant-queen background. Wear a skirt and show off your legs, etc. Or maybe she truly is just Republican eye-candy.

Oh - here's a neat article about Palin from the London Review of Books.

WTF: Palin

I will try to restrain the invectives leaving my mouth as I get an aneurysm from the vice presidential debate. Sweet fucking lord Palin gets on my nerves. "I'm just a sweet folksy person who's one of you, so you should, like, vote for me, because I'm from a blue collar small town background and I know how you think, you betcha!" Argh!!!! It was bad enough listening to W for the last 8 fucking years. I cannot take any more of this crap. I was reading an article about how many people actually like Palin because she's "one of us." So they'll vote for her because of that. Personally, I don't want Joe down the street running the damn country, I want someone who actually has a fucking clue! Her main qualifications seem to be that she's personable and one of us. All she seems to be doing during the debate is showing that she's a regular Joe, to reinforce that. And, of course, regurgitating talking points. Sarah hon, you're not qualified, you're not a maverick, and just because you say something doesn't make it true. Oh yeah, and your accent gets on my nerves.