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It’s difficult to say anything against any kind of campaign during breast cancer awareness month. But some of it, while well meant, is infuriating. It’s trivial, even offensive, and does absolutely nothing to raise awareness of anything other than how irritating some people can be. I’ll let the invitation I got on Facebook today speak for itself – in a grating, high pitched tone.
Girls, Someone has suggested that we women should do something special on Facebook in order to increase awareness of October Breast Cancer Awareness month. It’s so easy to do, so join in to make this a memorable online event. Last year, the idea was to post the color of the bra you were wearing on Facebook…and it left men wondering for days, why women were posting colors, seemingly at random. This year’s game has to do with your handbag/purse, where we put our handbag the moment we get home; for example “I like it on the couch”, “I like it on the kitchen counter”, “I like it on the dresser”. Well you get the idea. Just put your answer as your status (i.e. don’t respond to this message, but put it on your status) – and cut and paste this message and forward to all your FB FEMALE friends to their inbox. The bra game made it to the news. Let’s get the purse in as well and see how powerful we women really are!!!
The idea that female power is derived from a) keeping things from men b) not including them in breast cancer support/awareness campaigns while pretending that it’s just a ruse to get media attention c) alluding to sex d) related to their handbags because we’re all so girly, tee hee, is so YUCK I was angry about it all morning.
Firstly, that kind of cryptic status update is just annoying and attention seeking. And then if someone indulges you and asks, can you only tell them if they’re female so you carry on keeping the men “wondering for days”? Newsflash: There will have been something else that got their little man brains looking for answers before a few days was up.
FB friend with nothing better to do: Huh? What’s turquoise?
Nicola: It’s the colour of my bra to raise awareness of breast cancer.
FB friend with suddenly much better things to do: That makes so much sense. Your bra holds your breasts, genius!
Nicola: Yes! But don’t tell the guys! They don’t need to know anything about breast cancer.
Secondly, that one article that might be written will reach the limited number of people who will be bored enough at work to read it. They won’t get anything useful about the actual issue, just some online newspaper fluff about Facebook that most people wouldn’t do more than skim read.
How about a status share that goes round the globe getting men to go home and ask their mother/sisters/aunts/friends/girlfriend/wife if she’s checked her breasts this month? And while we’re at it, how about women asking the same of their menfolk’s testicular checking routine?
What problem ever got solved by having childish secrets? How many more were solved through openness, support and talking to each other? How about maybe teaching men and women how to spot the signs or check their partner?
I am embarrassed to admit but I don’t do those monthly checks. It makes me feel sick and I just can’t do it so I put it off every month. I used to have a boyfriend that would do it for me. That might sound pathetic but I think it was mutual support. I taught him how to do it and he did it properly .That position is currently vacant 😉 But I’d like to think his awareness is raised and he is asking any new girlfriend if she checks or is keeping an eye on it himself.
There are so many things I hate about this “campaign”. Yet another is how it reinforces the stereotype that women never say what they mean. Instead of talking about breast cancer, they’re appearing to talk about sex while actually talking about their …Jesus Christ…teeth gritted with effort… handbag. This is “female power”?
Breast cancer has nothing to do with my bra colour, nor where I put my handbag. If I want you to know where I like “it”, I’ll tell you directly. And if I hate your annoying post on my Facebook wall, I’ll let you know that too.