So this may sound weird, I’m sure. I don’t mean that I don’t support breast cancer awareness in general or campaigns to gain money to help cure the cancer that affects 1 in 8 women in the US. And about 39,000 women will die this year alone from breast cancer which is the second most deadly cancer behind lung cancer. [cancer.org] Men are also at risk for breast cancer, but that’s often ignored because breasts=woman, apparently. While it is not as common(100 times less likely in a man), it does still happen. 410 men will die from breast cancer alone this year. [cancer.org] Sure, a very small amount in the grand scheme of things, but that’s still lives lost and people suffering.
There are certain words or phrases that become trendy or popular among some groups. It can quickly catch on to everyday speech. For example, the ‘That’s gay’ that ruled many years of my high school career and I don’t even know where it originates from. I only know that it’s extremely offensive because it equates being homosexual with stupid, dumb, or what have you.
It’s a phrase that was better left not being part of society’s vocabulary. Hearing someone use that phrase makes me see red and for good reason. Regardless of what I recognize myself as, I do pride myself on being an open-minded, overall loving of humankind, which includes whatever you wish to be.
Though, when speaking my mind of the hate I feel upon hearing the phrase, I get met with a multitude of reactions that stem from my ‘sensitivity’ and ‘inability to take a joke.’ All jokes aside(which are far too many for something as serious as homophobia), I am an emotionally charged person. I go all out with how I feel and many take it as overreacting. I consider it passionate of what I believe and feel and think. It does not make me weak, or my opinions less valuable, it simply is that I am expressing without shame.
But suppression, as the given example above, is a whole other post and not my current intent. The following phrases are phrases that are related to this blog overall, ones I see far too often, and ones that are still considered the norm. I will give my explanation(read:rant) on why it makes me see red.
[Warning: Some topics may be triggering.]
This is a phrase most have heard. And I believe many agree with it, I know I do. I had a thought earlier, wondering aloud to my twitter friends of whether or not my want to read negative reviews was a bad habit. I find it more beneficial for me to read of the faults and downsides of a product–most commonly lingerie. There were many who agreed with me. While it surprised me that it was common for consumers to prefer the negative reviews, it made perfect sense to me.
Now, don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with positive reviews. I simply believe both are equally valuable when deciding whether or not to purchase a product. I know, for myself, that reading something negative helps me be more subjective than simply reading the positive that could twist my true opinion.
As of late, I’ve had very few posts on my blog. It pains me, it does. I’m constantly low on funds and am quite immobile so the bras I get are far and few between. I had asked on Bratabase for some ideas and a lovely woman by the name of Ann–who will be a guest reviewer later on–gave me wonderful ideas.
I have a good amount of friends and went to Facebook to see if any of them would like to help a fellow gal out. My first thought was a good friend of mine Sam, who has physical condition that I thought might impact how she ‘lives’ with her breasts. She agreed to doing a small interview for a post.
Just the other day, I was out with my mother and nephew at the store. It was a nice day, normal stresses, normal troubles and all. We were exiting the store and my mother realized they had charged her for something they shouldn’t have. So I had the baby in my arms and was waiting near the door for her.
There were these girls, a somewhat small group of them, no older than high school age, maybe even middle school. They were the clichéd preppy girls who looked like clones of another. I was somewhat jealous, they were slim and toned, but I wouldn’t want the lack of curves (no offense to women meant, I just love my body.) One of them approached me, looking very pity-filled and bothered by something.