“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.”
This. So much. I remember when in class we were talking about how Angelina Jolie’s double mastectomy and 6 out of the ten people that were talking about it with me said “What a waste of boobs”
I had tears streaming down my face how angry I was. Really? Your oversexualized viewing of her breasts is more important than her not dying? I don’t think that I had ever yelled as loud as I yelled that day.