Nothing a nice, big bucket of pink paint can’t take care of…
So this gem is making the rounds on facebook now.
“We are playing a game… silly, but fun! Write the colour of your bra as your status, just the colour, nothing else!! Copy this and pass it on to all girls/females … NO MEN!! This will be fun to see how it spreads, and we are leaving the men wondering why all females just have a colour as their status”
I inquired with a couple of people on facebook chat and I find out, that it’s for breast cancer awareness.
4 words. Just 4 words.
Now being a girl myself, I have taken offence to what I just said. But then I re-read that message and I understand why I said what I said, so I placate myself.
Do you care to find out that your sister/daughter is wearing “nothing *hee hee*” when she told you that she was on a study date with the some guy up the street? I didn’t think so.
And It’s brought all the sluts/attentionwhores out of the wood works. People that I initially thought had a brain/thought in their heads were going out of their way to out slut/out attentionwhore each other. One writes “Wine Red.” Not to be outdone the other writes “Seafoam green” and then someone writes “Gold.”I mean for the love of God, are you sitting on on FB in the fucking 70’s in a Dive Bar? Gold. Who the fuck wears a gold bra and sits on facebook? Gold. But you know what, it’s fucking chicks- we love seeming all mysterious and cool. Not only are you not telling the boys what the color is of, but when they find out they’re going to think back to your status that said “Gold” and go,”Oh! Gold. Didn’t know Helen wore gold bras. I’m just going to have to look at her differently from now onwards.”
(If you’re a girl, reading this and have an absurd color in your status,DO NOT DENY THIS. I know you.Psshhh)
I lost an aunt to breast cancer when I was very young, and today I despise cotton candy pink of the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Awareness campaign. (Let me say here, that my problem is not with the foundation itself. They do important work everyday- it’s the pink, the campaign designed around it that I abhor. Also, the facebook-color-of-my-bra-status-update has not been attributed to them.) I hate that idiotic pink ribbon and the sorority girls in bouncing pony tails and Juicy Couture track suits who ask you if you’re like to contribute to the campaign all the while, deafeningly cracking gum and smoking Marlboro Menthols. I detest the fact that it’s made into Goddamn pink ribbons and bra color facebook statuses when breast cancer ravages the body and mind of the person who suffers from it. Because pink is not the color of the hours of chemotherapy, pink is not the color of a masectomies, pink is not the color of painkillers and a broken self-image. It’s not fair to throw a large can of pink paint and a few bras at the pain and suffering of millions of women all over the world and think it’s all right.
I’m being told by my brother that I’m being a sour-puss, that the campaign has been hugely successful in doing what it’s supposed to do- spread breast cancer awareness. But I still remain unmoved. The overtly-upbeat tone of the message is embarrassing and the sheer fact there’s…let’s see…NOT EVEN ONE mention of breast cancer in it lead me to this rant. Mary Carmichael of Newsweek, however, put it best when she said:
“What we need is not a context-free reminder of its existence, but a cure, as well as some scientific clarity about how best to prevent the disease. Does anyone think the Facebook meme contributes an iota to that?
I doubt it. Even the writer of the initial promotional e-mail (or writers; there are several versions) didn’t. It ends: “It will be fun to see how long it takes before the men will wonder why all the girls have a color on their status!” That’s what this is mostly about: not cancer, but flirting. “
So yes, I’m complaining about is the candy-floss, bubble gum, hey-mickey-you’re-so-fine, cheerleader perception of breast cancer that the world has thanks to our bra-color-updating-friends that still leaves us with no real solutions or tangible awareness.
Justin Pierce’s Wonderella put it so beautifully: