Tragic's Wake

I’m not a cold hearted person, I think I’m pretty caring, actually. I get choked up when I see videos of sad kittens and hungry people. I get a tear in my eye when I think of kids that have no xmas even though I don’t personally give a rat’s nut about xmas. I’m a survivor of child abuse, mental illness, cancer cells, chronic disease and just plain human stupidity. With that being said: I’m sick to the gills of all the “awareness” drives creeping in on my world. So sick in fact that perhaps it makes me facetious at times, such as:

OK ladies and gentlemen, we are on a roll! Last month in support of breast cancer us girls wrote cryptic sexy things about our bras, handbags and shoe sizes in our statuses and we vowed not to tell anyone what they meant, this month the men have stopped shaving for prostate cancer awareness! Keep it going, we’ve almost cured this disease! Get your adult diapers and custard ready because next month we’re all showing our support for colorectal cancer and I am sure if we do this we will find a cure! All it takes is “awareness” woohoo! :-/  <–my own tiny facebook protest :-S

Yeah, I just don’t see how changing your profile picture to a cartoon will actually help the kids that are being abused. I don’t get changing your pic to a dead person in their honour–isn’t it creepy as shit when you blink and your “deceased friend”  leaves a message of condolence on his own page? Oh wait, yeah that’s right, nevermind.  Before social networking: did we ever do this kind of dumb shit? Wouldn’t it have been tasteless to dress up like your friend who died? Would you wear a giant Elmo sweater and hat to show your support for abused kids? Whisper mysterious sexy shit to your milkman because your mom had a mastectomy? I didn’t think so..

And what is the significance of some of this symbolism? Why does every single breast cancer meme reduce women to the sum of their sexy bits? Save the boobies; fuck the woman!  Post your bra colour, your shoe size, your cravings. Make it as sexy as you can because you want as much attention as you can get and sex sells! Fuck the ugly side of breast cancer, right? Lets just worry about her tits because as we all know, if she loses them she’s totes lost her womanhood! I know it’s not that simple but it feels like it; it’s insulting and offensive to me.  I’m not even going to consider the implications of men growing a fresh wad of hair around their prominent facial orifice for the sake of a cancer that lives in another prominent body orifice..

Can’t we just wear a fucking button? Why do we have to look and act like giant assholes by doing and saying shit that we would never consider under normal circumstances? Why are we guilted into doing this dumb shit when it’s so bloody futile? A donation would be helpful, a dumb innuendo laden status; not so much.

As goes, like the last time someone jumped down my throat for being a heartless stick in the mud: “Oh, its fun! We do the fund raisers, we donate, we chill with dying folks. It’s not about the boobies, we say that to get folks talking! Stop raining on our parade, we’re raising awareness in such a fun way!” Because…. Objectifying and reducing is helpful and fun? Cancer is not a cute sexy little game.  If I was dying in a fucking ward somewhere and some asshole walked into my room with a goddamn “save the boobies” shirt I would use the very last drop of my strength to stab that twatwaffle’s eyes out with my bloody IV and you can take that to the damn bank.

OK so yes, maybe I am a bad person, so be it.  Blah.

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