if anybody asks me why i hate men, i’m just gonna redirect them to this post.

it’s pretty fucking obvious that men only want to invest in breast cancer research to further degrade, objectify, and jerk off to body parts they already feel 100% entitled to. that’s what is at stake for them. 

what about the women whose “tatas” weren’t saved? how must they feel being surrounded by awareness ads that focus more on keeping women’s sexy-sexy-titties-to-continue-titillating-the-males than saving real life human beings and helping survivors? 

If anyone’s wondering, those posts came from here. It’s a forum for breast cancer support. Give it a read, and you’ll see how many women are outright abandoned by their husbands, sometimes after being married for decades, because their “tatas” couldn’t be saved.

I fucking hate men and I fucking hate the vast majority of breast cancer campaigns.

(via youcrashquimssaysfuckthepolice)

The world is a terrible (and wonderful!) place. Last night, the aunt of one of my best friends passed away from a fast-moving and cruel cancer. This best friend of mine battled cancer herself, last year. Her uncle (on the same side) passed away of cancer about a month before my dad passed (also, of course, of cancer).

I’m getting real tired of your shit, cancer. 

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Fuck cancer ARGH

UGH. I’m so upset and mad and just ARGH. My dear dear friend Ruth (who herself had cancer last year, is in remission now)’s aunt, Sarah, has cancer. Like oh-shit-we’re-fucked cancer, like try-to-enjoy-your-last-few-months cancer. And I am not very close to Sarah but she welcomed me into her family when I visited during college and I’ve had Thanksgiving with her and she gently asked me questions about my own father’s death and then last year she took care of one of my dearest closest most wonderful friends since I was 12 and I can’t thank her enough and anyway, I wrote her a “I’m so fucking sorry, this sucks” card and she wrote back and was so sweet and wise and kind and it was just. It was written in the words of someone who knows she is dying. Who said things about how lucky she has been to have lived the life she had. And told me to take care of Ruth. And she didn’t say it but I can hear the “…after I’m gone” that goes there, at the end.

And I am so pissed, and sobbing, and cancer STOP IT, stop killing and hurting beautiful people in my life, just stop it.

Oh damn I miss my daddy. Just out of nowhere thought about how he used to reach around behind him to toss out a bit of trash in the car trash bin, and after he did, he would find my foot or leg and tickle me or give me a little squeeze or a pat. Oh daddy oh wow do I miss you. :(

This is my daddy. Lots of people like to ignore photos of him when he was sick because it makes them uncomfortable but to me my dad was just as handsome and beautiful sick as he was healthy. I miss you, Daddy. #cancer #fuckcancer #headandneckcancer

This is my daddy. Lots of people like to ignore photos of him when he was sick because it makes them uncomfortable but to me my dad was just as handsome and beautiful sick as he was healthy. I miss you, Daddy. #cancer #fuckcancer #headandneckcancer

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Since their father had passed away, the bride’s brother prepared a special moment for his sister’s father-daughter dance.

This will be happening at my wedding, with my dad’s brothers and best friend, probably to ‘Father & Daughter’ by Paul Simon.






Losing My Religion (shifted to a Major Key)

A friend emailed me a link to this video (by way of BoingBoing)

Someone put “Losing My Religion” by REM through some processing, and turned the song from a minor to a major key.  While you can hear the occasional pitch-shiftiness on the vocals, and one or two chord changes don’t seem to settle in quite perfectly, the impact is nonetheless absolutely fascinating.  What had been a linchpin of 90’s alternative melancholia and loner rock becomes this almost defiant pop perk of a track.

Weird, I’m not sure of how to process this.

I want a breathy, twee indie band to cover this and make the Zooey Deschanel movie makeover complete. 


A lot. Of. Feelings.

This song, Losing my Religion by R.E.M., was my dad’s favorite song in his last few years of his life. He listened to it over and over again. He and I both happened to discover it and love it at the same time without realizing it, which was cool. When I came home for Christmas break my freshman year of college, we played through the entire CD together. Shortly after my father died, I was going for one of my many Moody Walks and listening to a playlist of songs he liked and I got to this line, 

"That’s me in the corner. That’s me in the spotlight, losing my religion. Trying to keep up with you, and I don’t know if I can do it." I totally broke down. My daddy. My daddy knew he was dying. He knew people were looking at him, and he was simultaneously in the corner ("out of commission") and in the spotlight. He was struggling to keep up and be ‘normal’ even though he was sick. And the ending — that was just a dream, that was just a dream. Even when he was in the hospital, on his death bed, he talked to my mom about how excited he was to get better so he could go for bike rides again.

Oh Daddy. :( :( :( I miss you so much and I’m so sorry you were sick and I’m so sorry you hurt and I wish I had spent every waking minute with you. I love you so much Daddy. I’m so sorry.