Sunday, October 20, 2013


I'm Eight Weeks and Craving Peanut Butter Cups

I Like It On The Back Of The Couch.

I'm Going to Las Vegas For Eight Months.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and there have been a ton of memes on Facebook in the last couple of weeks. All I have to say in response is: No, you're not. No, you don't. And no, you aren't.

I understand that these are all done in the spirit of goodwill, and there is no harm intended, but I wish people would just stop it right the fuck now.

It's not cute. It's not funny. We are all aware of breast cancer and some of these are actually hurtful. I've had breast cancer twice (if you want the details, search my archives for "breast badger") and I'm one of the lucky ones who got away with nothing more than a mangled boob.

The one that is the most hurtful is the one that I used as the title of this post. Many of my sisters have not been as lucky as I was, and have had to go through chemo. Chemo usually robs you of your fertility.

So yeah. Not very supportive. Stop it, now.



Thank you. Succinct and so right.
I like it on the edge of the kitchen table.
Congratulations on not being dead. Obviously I'm not dead either. Allow me to introduce myself - Paula from Melbourne, survivor of fucking menopause and reader of your blog (when I bother). You have no idea how uplifting words such as 'These aren't the handspun pubes of Jesus' can be to someone who is hormonally comatose.
Boobs be with you
Another reason to hate Facebook. I can't stand the insensitive minutiae of life that people feel they must share.
I am SO fucking with you on this.
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