Others I know loathe the pink ribbons, just as passionately. It makes them feel isolated and left out, especially those who were not blessed with Cancer Lite, as I was. Like, everyone has an unreal expectation of a perfunctory battle with this disease, and a positive outcome. Shave your head, then go run a 5k, right?
If you’re like me, you may be feeling pretty raw right now, about the talk about the sexual assault by then 17 year old drunk Brett Kavanaugh, on 15 year old Christine Blasey, now Dr. Blasey Ford. All the people opining about how “if it was a real assault, she’d have reported it right away,”…
The problem wasn’t the vocabulary we knew we had to learn, like “loo” or “water closet” for bathroom/toilet. It was the words we didn’t know we had to learn.
Is there a polite way to say, “Thanks, I don’t want your pig”?