Sometimes I hate October.
Fucking pink ribbons everywhere. Football players wearing pink socks, grocery bags you can buy that are pink, all that focus on one cancer and the infantilization of women with all that pink, pink, pink. Hate marches and walks even though I've participated in a few, and I hate it because I am in the cancer club and no one is marching to raise funds for my kind of cancer. It's selfish of me, I know, to have so much disdain for breast cancer marches and pink and breast cancer awareness. Don't we have enough awareness and funds going towards research to save the ta-tas, the boobies, the fun-bags? We get it already. You like boobs. You've made it very clear.... [Read More]
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