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So October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month and everything is covered in pink.

As a lover of pink, especially the pale rose pink ("baby pink"), I enjoy the colours that seem to be ubiquities this time of year.

I wear a little breast cancer awareness pin all year round on my bag and my mom gave me another one to wear on my shirt for this month.
It doesn't hurt and I bringing attention to the disease is important.

But I hate the campaigns. I love the pink, but I hate the fact that the disease, in these campaigns, has been reduced to tits.

The continuous use of the breast as a sex organ in these campaigns, how one's tits are the thing that needs to be (please pardon the unintentional pun) supported, the splicing of the person from the organ in which the cancer develops... as though they are separate entities.

It's frustrating that this is how breast cancer is being "sold", because it has become a consumer market, of selling pink everything in which a margin of the profits go to cancer research - science capitalism style.

And god forbid I criticise anything that aids in bringing the end to cancer quicker.

Meh, I don't know. I'm being petty, I know and kind of a brat. But when I think about my future, my sister's future, my BFF's future in which breast cancer is a very likely occurrence - I resent that my boobs are appropriated from the fact that it is the entire body that is sick and the whole person needs to be supported.

Not just my tits, which are supported just fine by my bra, thanks.

(That pun was intentional)
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June 2015

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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